Having a conversation with my roommate while walking back from 7/11 about how it is strange to be outside and how communication is difficult.. a greasy sleeze on a bike rolls up and tried to make small talk about being "frustrated" and shit about "shards" Crossing the street doesn't detour him as he keeps talking to himself from across the street. "stay off the drugs", seems to invite him back over. He's turning down our street following us, too spun to get the picture we don't want anything to do with him.. you can only tell someone to fuck off politely for so long before you just scream it. And that set him off. He started attacking my appearance and telling me to kill myself. Bro you're following two girls home talking about how you're frustrated on meth. RE EVALUATE YOUR LIFE.
This is why we don't talk to strangers on the street.