Good by Blackjack 2.
Eh. The bus ride to Toledo sucked (as usual). My trip got off to the wrong foot when I got out of the cab at Union station. After I paid, I grabbed my suitcase and got out. As soon as I stepped two feet down the street I realized I left my phone in the cab. Fuck. My stupid megabus reservation number was saved on my phone. I walked over to where they were loading the megabus and found out since they were running late they weren’t checking people’s numbers.
Stupid ornery Toledo people, they all need to know what’s going on. They talk so much and they’re all so loud. I fucking hate them. Unless the little boy eating a bag of doritos is a Toledo person, I like him. He had a dream about alligators at his dad’s house when his dad had his own house. He and I probably have the most in common. We both got excited when we drove past a car pulling a HUGE boat. I’m going to call him junior because I’m sure that his mother named him after his father. Junior and I both were quietly enjoying the view of Lake Michigan when were passing it. I watched him slowly eat his doritos that were the same size as his hand. I admired the moist crumb that laid on his arm.
But thats besides the point. AT&T sent me a new phone. Thank god!!!
TEXT ME YOUR NUMBERS!!!!!!
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