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There is the piece of shit, scum-of-the-earth motherfucker who lives in my building. I heard him throwing around firecrackers all day and complaining that they weren't exploding properly.
Late tonight I walked down to the bodega. I placed a beer on the counter and asked for a pack of American Spirit yellows. The clerk asked, "Why?"
I said, "You tell me."
Half a block up on my way home I saw an old man sporting a cane, ashy dusted beard and coke-bottled glasses take an oblivion seeking gulp off of a pint of vodka and state his hatred for karaoke while standing outside of a karaoke bar. I said, "Cheers brother."
As I approached the arched doorway of my building a firecracker sucked its fuse dry and sparked its gunpowder right in front of me. I flinched but it didn't obstruct my way of path. I installed my beverage and pack of cigarettes on my desk as I heard a man down the hall enter his unit. I armed my recording device and approached the man, or boy I should say.
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