baggage's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Me Man Cause I Wear Snake The man sitting to my right has snakeskin boots on-both of which have the head of a snake protruding from the front in a perpetual stare-blank and unemotional. At first, I think the snakes are fake. Then, I wonder what kind of dumbshit mentality makes him, or anyone for that matter, want to wear boots featuring the intact head of a snake. Is he more of a man because his boots are made of animal skin? Because he was strong enough to slide a credit card across a desk to pay for an animal that someone else killed? Fucking Goddamn Macho Piece of Shit. I won't even bother describing this piece of testerone. I'm relieved when he gets off the train--wondering if he'll get a whiff of my disdain as he rustles by me on the way out the door. 9:08 a.m. - 2003-02-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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