hello, friends. good news! a hobo punched me in the face in a mcdonalds today. i dont know why. i was ordering food and he tapped me on the shoulder. i turned around slightly excited, because i thought an old friend recognized me and wanted to say 'hello josh.' it was not an old friend at all, rather an ornery meth head that socked me square in the face, leaving me confused, disoriented, and choking on the pungent musk of whiskey. Ive never been punched in the face before. i always figured there would be more of a heated buildup. instead it was a drunk/insane surprise Hobo Pawnch. 'WHY DID YOU DO THAT' everyone shouted. his response was 'he knows,' to which i replied NO I DONT. the police were phoned and he sat and waited in a booth, until my step dad snapped a photo of him with his phone, coaxing him from his garbage water-smelling throne, and inciting a swift kick to my step dads balls. after breaking up an awkward wrestle, they got up, and he left. i then went to sit in a booth by an adorable little family, nursing my face with a bag of ice when a little girl asked 'daddy, why does he have ice on his face?' i turned to answer for him with 'I HAVE NO IDEA.' after filling out a police statement, the sheriff took me to the man to ID him, which is when he blew me a kiss. my heart was all aflutter. lonely will i be, knowing ill never see the face of what could have blossomed into a true romance, ever again.
behold, the face of sorrow. sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos…
- Listening to: breathing
- Playing: yo' heart strangs.
- Eating: people skin.
Hahaha. That's quite the scene! I hope you're alright. <3
LOL WTF JUST LOL
HA what a .. lovely story
Best story ever. That is insane!
why do things like this happen to you
Quite the interesting story, you should tell it at parties.