shaneapex

So i went on a date, first date in a long time.
She walked me....
I'm a fat smoker and she walked me....
Not a casual, "Oh look at the beautiful birds in the trees...Oh hello Mr. Squirrel!"
No.
This was a power walking death march.
I could hear Nazi's yelling at me in german from the other side of the chainlink fences that lead to the boxcars that would carry me to my doom.
Benches whizzed by as we walked.
It's good that the blister on my foot didn't come until after the shin splints left.
When we got back to her house all she said was that she was tired and was gong to go to bed.
Not even a glass of water.
When her door closed my legs gave out and i passed out backwards down the stairs and dragged myself by my arms to my truck.