Report, if you have a problem with this page“ We used to talk and smile seven days ago when I was wearing a suit. Now I'm dressed in a beard and smell of dog shit I don’t even get eye contact. I ask her how her week is going, and she looks to her friend behind the counter as if to say: I think this creep is hitting on me. Shall we call the police? ”
Craig Stone
From : The Squirrel that Dreamt of Madness
