Rat Face, Part 1:
Rat Face had one hell of a day, fucking around in the city park, swearing at pigeons, pissing in public. He stole a little girl's kite, broke it, then ate the girl's hotdog.
He hadn't eaten in a while--maybe Tuesday last. It didn't matter when.
After the hotdog he wasn't hungry anymore.
Now it was night fall and he sat on the brownstone roof with his legs dangling over the edge. The sky went like this: purple, pale blue, bright yellow, deep orange, cherry red. Some pink on the fluffy clouds. It was fucked up.
So many cars below--all those bully assholes going nowhere in a hurry. If only it all just. . . stopped.
Rat Face had one hell of a day, fucking around in the city park, swearing at pigeons, pissing in public. He stole a little girl's kite, broke it, then ate the girl's hotdog.
He hadn't eaten in a while--maybe Tuesday last. It didn't matter when.
After the hotdog he wasn't hungry anymore.
Now it was night fall and he sat on the brownstone roof with his legs dangling over the edge. The sky went like this: purple, pale blue, bright yellow, deep orange, cherry red. Some pink on the fluffy clouds. It was fucked up.
So many cars below--all those bully assholes going nowhere in a hurry. If only it all just. . . stopped.
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