Staten Island ferry and the crack head

It's 11:30pm. I almost made it though another day without someone making smart remarks. I guess I was right. I went to pick up veronica from work. She decided to have me drive a co worker to the SI ferry. I'm leaving the parking lot and this crackhead walking the lot looks at me (mind you he can only see the top half of me behind the wheel of my car) mumbles "fucking fat". My sister couldn't hold her anger. She started to defend me and all he would say was "faaaat, faaaat". That's the level of intelligence when street pharmaceuticals are consumed. Even crackheads feel the need to state the obvious.

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