CVS, suck my cooter

today i went to buy cat food.

this drunk fuck inhead fra us were staggering, weaving in the dusk. oh. i was gettin angry la, he walk past a black man an say some dren. fucking nigger. oh. drunken honky with merikkkan flag hat. my roomie she have nervous body language, speak fast an not like this man inhead of us. an i want to beat him with a red brick fra the sidewalk we all walk on.

fuck him. i start singing, loud, theme song from team america: world police. roomie join in; now two dykes walkin behind drunk merikkkan whitey thug screamin, 'it has a hefty fuckinnn price! freedom isn't free! cos' a dollar-oh-faaav!'

we split off at the corner, cross the street. now drunk fuck, he spend the last block while we sing trynna lite his damn cig cos he are a real man a. but two female ass pass, he double back, subtle as drunk shambling stagger like him can, and my roomie don't notice.

i watch him follow us direct to the store. i haul her aside, tell her to look at the magazines. he stop, confused, then she turn and go into the store. seein her walk direct at him, he stumble. don't know what to do - stalked one approach him now. he ask for a dime.

i glare at him onna way in - no beggar ask for ten cents. they ask for help. caught in my headlites he bolts.

laughin i enter the store.

c.v.s.

fuckin hate this place. smell like a hospital, rude fuckin cashiers, long lines. an when we get up to the cashier, the manager look at me, turn to his female coworkers an i hear:

mira, mira este chica e, say important manager. es un hombre.

no mood for this, me. i give him stare i used on drunk marine who want to bash me; this stare stop him in his tracks. now i use this stare on the manager.

que dices? i axe him. but this self-important fuck don't see me. he full up with himself. this third-world fuck never heard the king's spanish, only ghetto-bitch inbred dominican redneck shit. he don't understand i speak spanish to him.

he repeat. women ignore him. he repeat.

then he see my eyes. lo sabi, he say. lo sabi, lo sabi, lo sabi.

i raise the volume. habl'español, motherfucker!, say i in sweetest whiplash iberian accent i can muster. creamy accent. like native. easy to do in phrase.

now he are outraged. what did you say? - in english, of course.

without breaking eye contact, i hook round to the door.

HABLO ESPAÑOL, MOTHERFUCKER!

bitchass motherfucker. guess i learnt more things back in san diego than i knew.

like i take my bizness elsewhere now, fucker.

an fuck you, asshole.