4st in Hey, buddy, got a light?

It should not be this hot for September.

You ever driven with someone under the guise of them just going to receive oral sex but end up waiting in their car for an hour while they get tweeked out?
No? GOOD.
I mean, fuck, the things you do for friends. “Nah, I won’t be long, I’m just trying to get my dick wet before Cassie comes home.”
Heh. Well fudge, I can’t blame you for that, bro! I’d do the same if my baby mama were her!
So we get on in his car with no ac, at the hottest point of the day, and we drive out to Mick Donnell’s.

YOU WISH it was the one down the street, no, we went out to the one out on Ashlan and 99, by the truck stops and motels. “Just wait inside McDonalds, Jedi, fuck.”
NO FUCK ME, FUCK YOU, I DO NOT BUM IT. I have some dignity, excuse you.
So I go in and make my purchase, and I go back outside to wait in the car.
He’s just gonna go into that Days Inn and get his willy wet, gosh golly.
I don’t care, ok? I don’t give a fuck about “cheating” on your baby mama, HEY, I get it.
What I do give a fuck about is that shit, man, get. the. fudge. off of it.
It’s strange to see people acting like how I feel most of the time. “This was a mistake. I want to kill myself. I called into both my jobs today.”

Might I ALSO add that we nearly had to give this bi-, ahem, working woman, a ride to her next job! Lol, “job”.
But ofcourse she was hopped up on meth like there was no tomorrow so she got out of the car at the stop sign because apparently he was going to take too long or something.
Hookers, right?
Anyway, that was my friday, sitting in a mcdonalds parking lot in 108 degrees.
Asshole didn’t even have a weed pipe in the glove compartment, either, I just had to fucking sit there stewing how my only friend is in there looking at a painting of tulips in the netherlands while he does what he does.

It’s not like I was picturing it or anything, I even gave him a half hour grace period before calling saying “I don’t give a fuck what you’re doing, faggot, blow your shit and hurry it’s fucking hot.”
I swear, I know it, too, he just wants me to look at him and shout “NO, YOU WERE NOT READY TO BE A FATHER LOL”
Alright, that’s enough, wrote way more than I wanted to.

Thank your lucky stars you don’t have friends like mine.
Well, like Jarrod anyway, my work friends are normal people.
Which is why they can never know me outside of work! XDDD