CQ Beans
I’m walking down Queens Blvd just a faggot minding his own business and there’s some dude walking up to the block directly in traffic. I mean barely close to the corner. His arms are crossed across his chest with both middle fingers sticking out, eyes closed. Gets to the block and says:
’I’m working on an equation. Sometimes it makes me cross my eyes,’ he says with a quarter attached to his ear. He’s not wearing a hearing aid. He’s taped a coin to the side of his ear.
‘Sir, you were walking into traffic.’
’Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Thanks for being a good citizen. Thank you.’
‘Ok, just stay out of traffic.’
’Thank you for being a good citizen. I’m going to get hit by a car one day.’
Me, not actually caring,’ Well, I hope not.’ He then wanders off to talk to a concrete wall.
’I’m working on an equation. Sometimes it makes me cross my eyes,’ he says with a quarter attached to his ear. He’s not wearing a hearing aid. He’s taped a coin to the side of his ear.
‘Sir, you were walking into traffic.’
’Yeah, I’m sorry about that. Thanks for being a good citizen. Thank you.’
‘Ok, just stay out of traffic.’
’Thank you for being a good citizen. I’m going to get hit by a car one day.’
Me, not actually caring,’ Well, I hope not.’ He then wanders off to talk to a concrete wall.
