Pvnie
Giga-autist Wandering Scumbag
- Oct 8, 2022
- 17
So yesterday I decided I needed to get out the house, go get some fresh air and some free cigs from bystanders, so I get on my bike and head into my small Alaskan town. I eventually see a homeless guy with a cool ass fit smoking a cig talking to some guy in a nice ass car. I ask him if I can bum a cig, and ask him what he's doing since he has a nice grunge/alt fit and eyeliner on. I forgot how our convo went but weed is mentioned and I become the guys best fucking friend right there and we go off to meet some plug, who never showed up but lucky for me he had a bag of shake and a bowl, and plenty more cigs.
During our search for the fabled plug and typical "Can I use your phone to call someone please" you'd normally get from homeless people on the street we run up on a few of my associates from highschool at the local park, and I try to strike up a convo, but for some background, these guys used to be fat as fuck, and our mutual had rape allegations and got jumped a few times during the summer, typical small town bullshit, and we had been through a bit together and we were all tight knit, anyways they all lost weight and the only fat fuck is me now n they got gfs and shit! but anyways our mutuals little brother was there, I dunno where big bro was if they told me I don't remember but it was so awkward for no reason and it was as if I was an alien to them all of the sudden, I think me schizoing out the last time we smoked weed kinda put them off and I was telling them about my urges to ctb and talking about the simulation and getting real paranoid about whatever adversary I believed was there, beit the cops or bystanders calling them. As well as my urges to get back at a group of boys who had jumped me a few weeks prior which is a story for another day.
But anyways they see my new homeless friend and they kinda do their little normie snarky comments "Oh is this your homie?" and I say everyone is my friend and that I love everyone, the homeless guy doesn't say much, and they comment on me smoking a cig asking why I'm doing that and looking at me with disdain and doing these weird fucking things to like confuse you I guess? And they're like laughing at anything I do, and they think I'm on drugs, I wasn't even doing anything weird, I kinda just recognized and brushed it off, the weirdest thing I did was stare at one of them after they cracked some joke and took a drag of my cig, and walked off, one of them begged me to come back so I could play basketball with them but I had just gotten a ticket to some drugs and they were kinda being cunts so Ignored them.
It was always a common thing where normalchooms thought I was on drugs all the time in school (I can't really blame them due to being a jestermaxxer) but even my mother has thought I was on pills, I didn't even do anything aside from sit down in the living room. Not to mention that fabled night where I somehow lost my virginity and that bitch thought I was on stimulants of some kind due to her coming from a long line of addicts and shit (I'm so fucking weird, people either think I'm retarded or I'm under the influence it's fucking over)
ANYWAYS! me and my new buddy the homeless man go to wendys, go to my special spot and light some pipes, and he tells me his current situation for the 5th time in a row but goes into more detail, and I realize I relate to him. Being betrayed by "friends" jumped and outcasted by his community, and talked about neurodivergence and how people are sick and fucking evil among other things. Its funny because he's attractive and has a nice jaw, and he's skinny not to sound like a bper but it is weird hearing a guy who looks like that say he has these issues. Anyways after an hour of sitting in the grass and talking about dumb shit and him showing me his cool trinkets, I wish him well and tell him he has my number and that he should call me.
Pretty cool dude ngl, also fuck I suck at explaining things but whatever.
During our search for the fabled plug and typical "Can I use your phone to call someone please" you'd normally get from homeless people on the street we run up on a few of my associates from highschool at the local park, and I try to strike up a convo, but for some background, these guys used to be fat as fuck, and our mutual had rape allegations and got jumped a few times during the summer, typical small town bullshit, and we had been through a bit together and we were all tight knit, anyways they all lost weight and the only fat fuck is me now n they got gfs and shit! but anyways our mutuals little brother was there, I dunno where big bro was if they told me I don't remember but it was so awkward for no reason and it was as if I was an alien to them all of the sudden, I think me schizoing out the last time we smoked weed kinda put them off and I was telling them about my urges to ctb and talking about the simulation and getting real paranoid about whatever adversary I believed was there, beit the cops or bystanders calling them. As well as my urges to get back at a group of boys who had jumped me a few weeks prior which is a story for another day.
But anyways they see my new homeless friend and they kinda do their little normie snarky comments "Oh is this your homie?" and I say everyone is my friend and that I love everyone, the homeless guy doesn't say much, and they comment on me smoking a cig asking why I'm doing that and looking at me with disdain and doing these weird fucking things to like confuse you I guess? And they're like laughing at anything I do, and they think I'm on drugs, I wasn't even doing anything weird, I kinda just recognized and brushed it off, the weirdest thing I did was stare at one of them after they cracked some joke and took a drag of my cig, and walked off, one of them begged me to come back so I could play basketball with them but I had just gotten a ticket to some drugs and they were kinda being cunts so Ignored them.
It was always a common thing where normalchooms thought I was on drugs all the time in school (I can't really blame them due to being a jestermaxxer) but even my mother has thought I was on pills, I didn't even do anything aside from sit down in the living room. Not to mention that fabled night where I somehow lost my virginity and that bitch thought I was on stimulants of some kind due to her coming from a long line of addicts and shit (I'm so fucking weird, people either think I'm retarded or I'm under the influence it's fucking over)
ANYWAYS! me and my new buddy the homeless man go to wendys, go to my special spot and light some pipes, and he tells me his current situation for the 5th time in a row but goes into more detail, and I realize I relate to him. Being betrayed by "friends" jumped and outcasted by his community, and talked about neurodivergence and how people are sick and fucking evil among other things. Its funny because he's attractive and has a nice jaw, and he's skinny not to sound like a bper but it is weird hearing a guy who looks like that say he has these issues. Anyways after an hour of sitting in the grass and talking about dumb shit and him showing me his cool trinkets, I wish him well and tell him he has my number and that he should call me.
Pretty cool dude ngl, also fuck I suck at explaining things but whatever.
