Posted: Jul 29, 2013 4:58 am
being the bill gates business cunt I am I thickly chose my NZ store premises just around the corner from the fuckhead needle exchange. Location, Location, Location, Cunthead.
Used to get the same alky mongo methhead cunt come in every week asking if we had any major accident ("nah mate but I can order it for you if you l"... but by then he'd already shuffled off) en route to his needle top-up. anyway one day he comes in sporting a motherfucking purple pastiche of a shiner, staggers in, drops 2 of his syringes by the fuckign counter then plonks down on a chair and proceeds to pass out with his head tilted back at a fycking impossible angle. I was too chicken to rouse him, or touch his needles, so he sat there for 2 hours. 2 fucking hours!
When he woke up, I was chatting with some other cunt but could see him out of the corner of my eye shadily fingering the DK's shirt hanging on the wall. Then I was sort of aware of him leaving, but saw my 5 yr old daughter walking out behind him. Looked over to the wall, DK's shirt gone, I ran outside and there's my daughter, who'd been watching the whole thing unfold, chasing the cunt down the street. She ran for all her little dwarf legs were worth for about 50 metres then gave up.
Don't give up!