Today I was walking to the post office past Bank of America and the trash can outside of it was on fire and looked like it had been on fire for a little while by the 75% melted inner barrel. There was just a crowd around it kind of looking at it and smiling stupidly as terrible smelling gas filled the air around them.
i'm sure that bank of america had a fire extinguisher, but i guess they were waiting around for someone else to do something about it.
if i wasn't still bitter and hateful towards that evil bank after overdrawing my bank account several times the day before i would have maybe put down my bin of mail and done that because
a.) it would be kind of badass
b.) who wants to smell that shit?
c.) i could say "fuck you assholes for just standing there."
but i think my mind set the fire to get back at them for causing me to not have enough money to go to the pisschrist/out cold show yesterday.
although if that were the case it would have been inside the bank. oh well.
i'm a fuck up. i have no money. wahhhhhhhhhhhhh
but yeah. I would have liked to seen the show and flyered for the zine show.
if you would like to help flyer print it out and make copies. or i could do it for you. get in touch.
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