Brain Construction
Something bout opening the store then going to some retarded meeting about something fucking stupid. Then back to the floor to serve the ignorant masses, with that blank fucking look in their eyes, just staring at you. Guys go for looks, girls go for status. Eventually life is about relationships, and you're not wearing any clothes around some chick who's getting married and three gay guys. You don't know why you're there, or why you took off your pants. Something about those underpants. Wicking the sweat from your balls. You're drifting in and out of consciousness and repeatedly banging your head against the porch rail behind you. You don't really know why you're doing it, but it just makes sense. Then you start getting phone calls from some guy making standoffs about how this is the end or your friendship, cause you're drunk or something, and you should be somewhere else doing something unimportant. And then you start fighting for what you believe in. But that doesn't last long....cause that fried shrimp is really good.