cold and tired crackhead

i fucking woke up at some point this morning (i think around 2 am) to the sound of some crackhead bitch yelling outside my window. and let me just tell you that what she had to say was absolutely profound.

crackhead yelling at the top of her lungs: I'M 'BOUT TO CLIMB UP IN ONE OF THESE WINDOWS AND CRAWL UP IN A BED AND GET ME SOME SLEEP. WHY YOU PEOPLE GOT BEDS TO SLEEP IN AND I BE OUT HERE ON THE STREET. FO' REAL. I'M 'BOUT TO CLIMB UP IN ONE OF THESE WINDOWS AND GET IN A BED AND GET ME SOME SLEEP.

now just hit repeat...and enjoy.

but to answer the crackhead's question (WHY YOU PEOPLE GOT BEDS TO SLEEP IN AND I BE OUT HERE ON THE STREET??): well ya see. that's pretty fucking simple. you are a god damned crackhead bitch. you are basically useless and would do us all a favor if you went and slept on the nearest tracks. we have jobs. we pay our bills. we also pay (as you would probably refer to it) our LIGHT bill. so if you can't find another rock to keep you fidgeting down the fucking street, don't feel like you are suddenly justified in disturbing those of us who aren't having illegitimate children and spreading AIDS faster than wildfire.

oddly enough, when i was awoken by this stupid cunt, i was in the middle of a dream in which i was snorting coke with a coworker of mine and the redneck husband of another coworker of mine. we were in a fucking trailer and the cocaine was weird. it was a row of little shiny balls that looked like pearls, varying in size. you had to crush the ball and it would turn into powder. it wasn't like in real life when someone has the tedious job of crushing, crushing, mashing and crushing to get it as fine as you need it to be. there was also a lot of drama about how much was left and whether or not this one guy was going to get laid. ahh...like the good ol' days.