and I was dying on a Friday.
Weekdays are my jam.
Weekend people
with their brunch and their bullshit
bother me to no end.
Gimme a lonely Monday with a bagel
and a random sale at Urban Outfitters
and I am good.
Follow that with sneaking into a movie
on 86th street
with a 40 in my trousers
and some streetmeat in my crotch
and my day is made.
No talking,
just towering over the mundane
with my own adventures.