I passed a neighbor on the street, Tony. He taught some of us in the building about paper mache. He was a too talkative man with past glories that he was still reviving, so I lost interest. But before I did, after every class, he'd bum a cig from me.So as I stated earlier, I passed him on the street today and he was smoking and I was wanting. So I asked for one. He looked at me like a two-headed pile piece of crap that fell from the sky. And he kept walking. That was when I shape-shifted into ghetto, and shouted at his back, "well, you've bummed them from me before!" It slipped out like a step on a banana peel.
He probably didn't even hear me with his ear buds inserted. But there were innocent bystanders present. I caused unwanted drama. I was visible and I don't like that.
