It's Mardi Gras time. I hate fucking Mardi Gras! Down here we get drunk and look at tits all year round. We don't need to invite the rest of the fucking world to our party! Sure, tourists are stupid and easy to mug, but there are always tourists. When Mardi Gras comes so do the cops, which actually makes it harder to rob jackasses.
Here we go again! It's that time of year when the card, candy, and flower peddlers make the green. The card guys started the shit. You have to give the bastards credit. They created a holiday with no other purpose than to sell their shitty product. These guys sell fucking pieces of cardboard! Damn! It would be like if I decided to sell handfuls of 
grass and told everyone that on this one particular day they had to buy some, and they went along with it! The flower and candy guys jumped on board, but they don't get as much credit. They are just leeching off the card guy's idea. Besides, they actually have to produce something to make the money. All the card guys have to do is slap a cartoon heart on a piece of paper. Valentines Day? They might as well have called it "Send us free money day."
Today sucked! Nothing went right. Sure, I'm not in the morgue, or in lock up, but it was still a pretty shitty day. First I tried to steal some candy from a blind guy on Clairborne. Turned out the fucker wasn't really blind! To prove his lack of visual impairment he demonstrated how well he could point his .45 at my head. You can imagine how this incident shook my faith in the goodness of people. 
Fucking con men!
My attempt to sneak pork skins in the Mickey's Stop And Shop that is run by those arab guys didn't work out too well either. Those guys will sell booze and pills that are supposed to make your dick "hard as polished stone," but they won't fucking touch a pork product. I used to pay the neighborhood kids (with smokes) to go in and ask for pork skins all the time. It always pissed them off. Then I decided it would be even funnier to put a 
few bags of the shit on their chip rack. I figured it would be a real hoot when somebody tried to buy a bag. Sadly, it turns out they watch me whenever I go in the joint. Doesn't anybody trust people anymore!? What the hell?! It's not my fault their beer cooler is always missing a few 40s after I stop by. Shit! Again, my faith in mankind took a blow.
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