Sitting at a cafe and the mechanic across the way is blaring Dead Kennedys in the garage.
#punksnotdead it’s having a sandwich.
My boss passed me in the hall and said, “have a great day”.
To which I replied, “bitch, I might be”.
On the train, there’s a big hairy biker guy with a wolf howlin at the moon tattoo and a horseshoe mustache.
His ringtone is Wrecking Ball.
I still smoked cigarettes the last time I wore this jacket.
Found loose tobacco and cellophane in the pockets. Gross.