by grimbol


I waved my hand at the car to thank them for letting me pass.
“Don’t put your hand up at me!” the driver yelled. “What’s wrong with you?”
I might have lost my temper a bit.
“Eat a bucket of my assholes, ya peice of shit!” I yelled. “YA HEAR ME! YOU FUCKING MORON!”
I took a deep breath. Then I ran into the bookstore to hide. It was dusty and mazelike in there. If need be, I could hide out for hours.
“Do you have any nature books?” I asked the guy that ran the place.
“Depends what you mean? Like Aldo Leopold?”
“I want to read about hamsters,” I told him.
“Right, come this way. Hamster books are in the back.”