Nov 2

“Oh my god, that guy. That guy. I don’t even know his name and I’ve wanted to kick him squarely in the balls for years. It’s like a fantasy. Sooner or later we’ll both be at the 7-Eleven down the road a ways. Maybe I’ll be getting a pack of Camels and he’ll be getting a Slurpee and then BAM. I will ruin his chances of ever having children. And then I will steal his Slurpee. It will be my finest hour.”