On My Fifteen

i was standing outside the offices, smoking a cigarette, when i heard a car screech to a stop. it was a silver camry filled with blondes who all wore neon-framed sunglasses.

"I HAVE NEVER DROVE DRUNK ON THIS STREET BREFORE," the driver shouted to her friends.

even i find that unacceptable. especially at 4:30pm.

that's actually the only thing i've overheard worse than the time i was smoking and overheard a suited man shouting into his phone, "but why would i hook up my credit card to a website that reviews hookers?"

drunken blonde party-goers with hipster glasses and a driver's license ruin it for all the rest of the alcholics, blondes, and people within the vicinity of a road.