[ WP ] You are on a midnight walk alone with your thoughts .

I wonder how chairs are made. I see chairs everywhere, I mean every store window I look through has a fucking chair. But where do you go to find a good chair. I'm tired of this cheap plastic shit. I've been walking for fifteen minutes and my side's already starting to hurt, I could really use a chair. There is n't a good chair in this whole fucking town. The people here are too fat and stupid to even care about what their sitting on anyways. Then again if I was n't a college fucking drop out I would n't still be living in this shit hole I call home. Sometimes I wonder what I hate more, this town or myself. Everyone else seems to be content here, maybe ignorance really is bliss. I bet as long as they have a Wal*Mart within walking distance they'd be happy. Though walking to them is about as forbidden as the fruit they never eat. Someone's out tonight. I can see their silhouette in the distance. That's weird, no one's ever out this fucking late. That's one of the few things I like about this places. It's quiet. Fucking hell the police do n't even drive through here more than once a day. That's what makes this so easy. I'll just ask them for their wallet and walk away. They do n't want any trouble. Besides I'm down on my luck, if anything I'm the victim. Why is she speeding up. This bitch is n't fucking scared is she? She is n't seriously going to start sprinting. God, I've never even had to use this knife before, the fuck is she afraid of. Fuck her. I'll never catch up to this cunt. I really let myself go, I guess smoking is n't that great when you need to use your lungs. What was that five seconds of running and I'm out of breath? I'm going to start hitting the gym if I could ever get some goddamn money. I need a fucking chair.
