I walked to the store today to buy frozen fruit and Ramen noodles. I figured if I was going to destroy my body with an atomic bomb of sodium, I might as well try to convince myself that I’m doing something good for it by equaling it out with nature’s dessert. After gathering my foodstuffs, I bought a pack of cigarettes and two scratch-off lottery tickets. I feel like my hopes of making myself rich are basically infected with terminal cancer, so I have nothing to rely on but blind luck.
I walked into the sun, opened my cigarettes, and sauntered down the road. I remembered about fifty steps in why I decided it would be a good idea to wait to smoke before passing the park. The reason being a large pack of bums that absolutely love that park. Why else would they hang out there in packs at all hours of the night?