It is Summer and it is hot.
I am young and I am angry.
I don’t know why I’m angry, but I know that I am. No one else would know it to look at me, and most of the time, I don’t even know why, but I know I am. Deep down, in my soul or heart or gut, there is anger; there is a simmering pot with no way to turn off the heat.
I am walking down a street that probably leads to no good. I have my 50-50 vodka and coke cleverly concealed in a Burger Shoppe cup. The perfect vessel for public drinking. Ever wonder why you see so many people just wandering around with a Burger Shoppe cup? Now you know. They are the perfect design for those of us who like to wander the streets with some alternative assistance.