Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Jerking My Way Home

At 11 p.m. most of the idiots I passed on my way back from Mellow Café had their main-braces well spliced—get a load of the guy in the white shirt that you see briefly at the beginning. He was staggering all over the place, the tool.

Later on, I took a walk around a lake (I'll film it in daylight,)

What blew me away was that the 60 or so people I observed wandering around the darkened lake, mostly couples, some couples in cars parked on the side, were all glued to their devices. Every man-jack of them had a device, at 12:15 a.m., and I could even see that one of the girls in her van with her boyfriend was playing a game on hers—don't know what he was doing on his. GLUED—EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM.

Like zombies circling the lake . . .

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