“I Want to Blow Trees and Shoot Dice/A Slacker’s Guide to the Galaxy”

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“Say, bruh — how long you been in line?” the man stood with eyebrows furrowed, tapping a guy in front of him, who wasn’t paying attention. “Say, bruh…”

“My watch stopped working. And does it really matter, man?” the aggravated bystander turned to face the irritated link in the chain that stood behind him. “Oh, my bad — you must have been someone important,” as he looks the man over from head to feet; feet to head.

“Heh. You can say that. I’m kind of a big deal.”

“Look around, doggy — not anymore. But we can be friends up here — if you stay — you seem like you may need to learn a few things.”

“What I need to learn?” the man stood, confused. “You see this chain?” he pats at his chest, pulling at his shirt, grabbing his chain. It falls apart.

“You got that from one of those websites that has hip-hop jewelery for ninety percent off, didn’t you?”

“Hell nawl, man,” the dejected man exclaims. The line gets quiet around them and an old lady a little further behind in line shouts.

“You have to watch your language, man. This isn’t the place that you come to and want to get kicked out even before your interview, ya know?”