#badrpgstarter

“Suck my dick!” he shouted out at the man who literally pushed him out of the way of a taxi he’d been waiting for 20 minutes now. Seriously undressed for this changeable transitional weather, he felt the sudden gush of cold wind bite at his bare arms and thread through his hair. “Fuck you too...” he cursed at the skies with squinted eyes “It was hot as hell like three hours ago.” Today just wasn’t his day.

“This is why I love Spring. Just look at this little guy.”

“I’m not sure I follow...” 

In forms of colorful sprinkles fireworks spread over the NYC’s night skies. He’d gotten the invitation to this party from a guy he met in college and it was nothing short of amazing. A girl next to him extended a bottle of Jack and he gladly accepted it, taking a generous swig before extending it to the next closest person to his side “Wild night, huh?”

“Oh crap,” Stephanie exclaimed, quickly pulling away from--what his name again?--and stepping aside when the person appeared by them. 

“A gallon of coffee could not save me from the exhaustion I feel. When your child is puking in the night, well the rest of your day is set.”

Unbelievable. For some inexplicable reason, I walked into a Starbucks this morning and they had to ask who I was. As if they’d been cut off from technology and living under a rock for the past couple of decades or so.