^ Dats real talk.

As I write this, I am remembering the crazy looking guy across the street that's always wearing a slipknot shirt. We made awkward eye contact at 2 in the morning while he was smoking something on his one-step stoop and a shiver of hopelessness shot down my spine on his behalf. He lives with at least 5 people in an apartment connected to a laundromat. Hard drugs go in, weird people come out. You don't wanna be that guy.