i found out tonight that one of the regulars at my coffee shop is a male prostitute.
earlier this afternoon this guy paid me ten bucks to go to the gothic clothing store two doors down and pick up one of those man collars them gothics wear. (he couldnt pick it up himself because he is not allowed in the store, because of him assaulting the clerk)
its been an interesting day.
(it seemed more interesting before i wrote it down)
11:52 p.m. - 2003-07-25
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