Last night two ice junkies tried to beg some change off me while I was having a cigarette in between Christmas shopping at the Bayside mall...man, that stuff really does fuck up your teeth, I could hardly understand them. And it made them immune to the shitty carols on the PA, that had driven all the regular drunks and losers away.

in atlanta back in 96, there was this ice junkie that had no arms try to wash my car windshield with his foot from a wheelchair when i was at a gas station once. he had really jacked up teeth and reeked of ass. he was really super aggressive about wanting to wash my windshield and kept asking for money even if he didn't wash my windshield when i told him i didn't want it done. fuckin' crazy ass shit. i was on drugs at the time too, so it seemed REALLY super bizarre to me. still bizarre to think about it sober too though. hahah.

I bought my eight year old daughter a fishing rod- now THAT'S bizarre.
She really wanted a flounder fishing spear, actually.

I bought my eight year old daughter a fishing rod- now THAT'S bizarre.

how is that bizarre? fishing rods are great presents.

She wanted a Barbie doll and a copy of the Guinness Book of Records.

ahhh...i see...well, really, a fishing pole is definitely better than a barbie doll. that i will say.

Are there really people who live in warm weather climates who are addicted to ice? Why don't they just move somewhere cold?