feeling like nobody wanted me anywhere. dan and i pushed shopping carts around some parking lot on a cliff. i came downstairs, a few minutes late for work, my mom yelled at me for being hungover. i wasn't. i was drunk and trying to get mad for her thinking i was out drinking the night before (i was really just taking a walk). i found glenn and his friends out on that cliff. i asked how he was going to pay rent, he said he got fre food from mcdonalds. i parked my car on that cliff, but it wasn't a cliff anymore, it was a field. some farmer's house. i threw styrofoam everywhere. the car wouldn't start, but it did. an old woman with big hair walked across the parking lot. the farmer shot at my car. i smoked four cigarettes. something about fruit salad?

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