Thursday, March 11, 2010

the most lovely story told by a bakery worker

he told me that he used to jump off of walmart roofs and got his first tatto in a basement.he lived in somerset county and would sit at road side restaurants and buy coffee and smoke cigarettes and talk to truckers for days on end. there is nothing to do there until you get a car, and then you make your own fun. he showed me a very uneven skull with a hat on it on his arm. because it was hard core.
but then when he turned 18 he met an exchange student who transfered in his senior year in highschool. She was from berlin, germany and was going back. so he bought a ticket and a passport. his parents wanted him to go to school but he said this was more important. he chased her around europe for three years, until she realized what she was doing also. they moved back to pittsburgh got married, and now she has her green card and goes to school here. the was 7 years ago he said.
well are you and your wife going to be crazy again after she done with school?
i dont know if we will anymore, i think i need to go to school also.
but maybe we will move to the country, because all these fuckers shoplift here.
i bought a shot gun for my house.

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