He's all of six foot one.
Lean and distracted in this stupid heat, in those stupid drip dry slacks and button up shirt.
He called me and a couple at the ATM bastards. Unfortunately the couple got the last of the cash so I had to walk past him in the stupid heat to get to the next ATM.
You right, my friend?
Yeah.
He had great eyes. Clear and not wild. This surprised me.
I went and grabbed some money and when I came back he hadn't moved in the stupid heat.
Y'okay old timer? You need a feed or something?
NO, I'M JUST WAITING!
Cool.
You fucking cunt.
Be well old man.
It wasn't personal.
It seldom if ever is on days like this.
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It's easy to make my day. Just be yourself.
Fuck you, buddy.
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