One day in 2000 and something or other I was walking to work, call center. Total shit
Waiting at a bus stop to work, then smoking a cigarette to work, quickly pinching the cherry off of a cigarette, stinking my pocket
Jostling against the cool window of a bus to work, walking to work, walking by a courthouse.
Walking around the building to hide my pocketknife
Walking though the metal sniffer again
I was an honourable friend, leafing loudly through papers, daydreaming about surely anything other than this
I was a teenager telling my side of the story, then the judge asked to clear the courtroom and I don't know what I said after that
I was worrying someone might find my pocketknife, walking to work, late, work.
Total shit
Walking home