You: Tall, skinny, shoulder length hair, blond highlights, thin elastic
head band, glitter paint on your cheeks, wearing those Kanye shutter
shades, a pair of tattered jean shorts, and some faux american indian
accesories probably made in china and actually really offensive. It was
Saturday around 3:00pm. You were stepping out one of the honey buckets and
had a piece of toilet paper stuck to your right foot. I tried to say hi,
but you turned around and vomited on the overflowing collection of PBR cans
and bags of empty Doritos.