so i was at the local market looking around the bins and there was this amazing hotwheels car laying in a shelf. one of those rare little cars that somehow are radical as f**k yet don't look absolutely retarded, and i knew i wanted it. i wanted it like i haven't wanted a piece of painted lead since i was nine years old. it was out of the box and resting atop piles of cardboard and plastic, and there wasn't an unopened one anywhere. i looked everywhere and there just wasn't. it was the last damn car in the place. i race walked around the whole store, it was no use. i pondered for a moment to just put it in my pocket, that no one would notice or care, but i just couldn't. i
couldn't. i squeezed it as hard as i could in my fist and then twisted my knee as far as i could to strangle the impulse to stomp the ground like a little child.
i had the f**king money, i'm not a miserable shoplifting delincuent, i just wanted a yellow dune buggy with miniguns, is that too much to ask?, i'll never see one like that again! ITS NOT FAIR!!!
ITS NOT. f**kING. FAIR!!!!!