if anyone wants a preview of what hell will be like
go to the Vince Lombardi rest stop on the NJ parkway
I imagine it's what hell will be like
endless lines, a gazillion screaming kids,
nasty people and not enough bathroom stalls
and almost every one out of toliet paper.
I decided to brave hell this weekend for a cup of coffee
and as I am standing in line watching the woman in front
of me balance a baby on her hip and trying to keep her other
2 rodents from completely dismanteling the place
(i had my eye on the boy rodent, he was covered in some sticky substance
and kept coming to close for comfort)
the woman behind me starts making remarks about my blue hair to her teenage daughter as if I am not even standing there
so i take my eye of the sticky rodent for a minute
to turn around and give her the evil eye
and she says
"is your hair really blue"?
ummm, no
"then why in god's name would you have blue hair"
because I can, sorry if it disturbs you
"it's not disturbing me, but if you choose to look like that you should expect
comments"
the people standing in line behind her, take a step backwards
let me explain something about myself
I was born and raised in NJ
in a town that was survival of the fitest
it was either kick ass or get your ass kicked
on a daily basis.
piss me off and I will be in your face faster then you can blink
so i take a step closer to her and she holds her ground
and as I am sizing her up, trying to figure out the best way to take the bitch down
the sticky rodent drops a LARGE, not the small, A LARGE orange soda in one of those flimsy take out cups, on the floor and it splashes all up my leg..
and right on cue the baby on her hip starts screaming
this loud ear piercing scream..
Going to hell is not that appealing anymore
I think I'm going to join a convent
maybe it's not to late to mend my ways..
my life is just one disaster after another..
go to the Vince Lombardi rest stop on the NJ parkway
I imagine it's what hell will be like
endless lines, a gazillion screaming kids,
nasty people and not enough bathroom stalls
and almost every one out of toliet paper.
I decided to brave hell this weekend for a cup of coffee
and as I am standing in line watching the woman in front
of me balance a baby on her hip and trying to keep her other
2 rodents from completely dismanteling the place
(i had my eye on the boy rodent, he was covered in some sticky substance
and kept coming to close for comfort)
the woman behind me starts making remarks about my blue hair to her teenage daughter as if I am not even standing there
so i take my eye of the sticky rodent for a minute
to turn around and give her the evil eye
and she says
"is your hair really blue"?
ummm, no
"then why in god's name would you have blue hair"
because I can, sorry if it disturbs you
"it's not disturbing me, but if you choose to look like that you should expect
comments"
the people standing in line behind her, take a step backwards
let me explain something about myself
I was born and raised in NJ
in a town that was survival of the fitest
it was either kick ass or get your ass kicked
on a daily basis.
piss me off and I will be in your face faster then you can blink
so i take a step closer to her and she holds her ground
and as I am sizing her up, trying to figure out the best way to take the bitch down
the sticky rodent drops a LARGE, not the small, A LARGE orange soda in one of those flimsy take out cups, on the floor and it splashes all up my leg..
and right on cue the baby on her hip starts screaming
this loud ear piercing scream..
Going to hell is not that appealing anymore
I think I'm going to join a convent
maybe it's not to late to mend my ways..
my life is just one disaster after another..
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Later
J