I went into the shops on my way home today for some apple juice and bread. On my way back up here I past a Bookie's with three junkies outside. One of them was scribbling on a betting form. No doubt a last ditch attempt to get some money for a bag of smack. Anyway, one of them was standing looking up and down the street. I dunno why, I guess when you're a junkie you're just automatically shifty.
So the one that was scribbling got up and made his way into the Bookies saying 'It's not even 3 o'clock is it, it's not even 3 o'clock'
Now the thing is folks, on this street there is also a school. And like every other fucking Primary school in Scotland, they get out at exactly 3 o'clock. So why couldn't the shifty junkie put two and two together and tell his mate that it was in fact PAST 3 o'clock now cause there were about 200 kids heading towards them. And where the Bookies is, it would have to be more like 5 past considering where the kids were.
How fucking smacked out of your brain do you have to be to not be able to deduce something like that? The junkie obviously saw the kids. You'd have to be blind not to. Honestly, it's just utter retardation.
I'd say something like 'Oh you have to laugh or you'd cry' but in actual fact what I would have preferred to have done is to have grabbed the nearest junkie and thrown him under the next passing car. Murdering a junkie is still murder though and truly not something worth going to prison for.
So I came home and drank my apple juice and ate my bread.
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