I was frustrated, what can I say. Over the past two years my patience with everything has been perpetually wearing thin. I took my last three smokes and went for a walk in the night.
Cops doing their rounds, made me not feel like sitting on a nearby swing.
“Sir Hello, What are you doing?”
“I’m on a swing…”
“At this time of night?”
“Well it was practically considered peaceful until you showed up.”
“Were you taking any drugs?”
But no. I just kept walking. I discovered that I can walk to the Holdom Station and that my street evenutally becomes a dead end. But did I feel better? Hah.
If I keep clicking my heals together I could get my wish. But I don’t think I’m wearing the right shoes.