Today is not such a great day :/
The weather is killing me because like a large amount of people, I'm a meteoropathic.
So I'm sitting here at my job, waiting for some work or the boss to show up to make my day even worse.
While wasting my time on the internets I'll try to be productive and tell you a story.
A few days ago, I was out with some friends, drinking and stuff. I spent all of my money that night, I didn't even had to buy some cigarettes. So, my buddy gave me 2 cigs to make it through the night.We split at the crossroad (he lives 2 streets away) and I made my way home. At the entrance of the building where I live was a dude all dressed in black. He was just standing there in the dark, really suspicious. I was a little scared because I wasn't in the mood to fight or something (I was wasted).
So as I was approaching, my view sharpened and I could see that this was a tramp/criminal/gipsy type guy. He had a black beenie on his head, a black "leather" jacket, worn off jeans and dirty sneakers that looked like he ran through mud for miles.
As I was approaching, my heartbeat became louder (that's mostly the effect of the weed we used that night) and suddenly goosebumps all over my skin.
The moment arrived, I took my keys out of my pocket tried to walk past him without making contact. Suddenly, i heard a voice. It was him and as I expected he'll ask me for money!
He asked me : "Spare change" or something like that.
I wanted to show him my only possessions, the 2 cigarettes. I put them in the inner pocket of my jacket.
So, I'm unzipping my jacket and moving my arm slowly towards the pocket, grabbing my cigarettes. As I was pulling them out I said to him : "This is what I have..."
It wasn't even possible to finish my sentence, because the idiot ran away?!?!
So, I was standing there, two cigarettes in my hand and thinking why did the idiot ran away?
I looked at my right hand and saw that it was from his perspective like I'm pulling out a gun. :D :D
Hope you like this story, because it's pure fiction. The only true part is that I had two cigarettes. There was no darkman.
Thanks for your time.. Here's a song for you.