I fucking hate walmart. I'm standing in line and to the front and back of me are these sixteen year old obese mommies that have like three kids each. The brats are running around and crying tearing each others throats open cajoling for mcdonalds and screaming bloody murder. I hate children. I put my son glasses on hoping that some kind of shield or filter would blot out some of the sound. I thought self check was supposed to be fast, but oh no they cant figure out the use of the condom so how could they use a stupid scanner. Kids screaming. Candy candy I just want some heroin to nod off the cacophony. Something to blot out the screams that burn brighter than the sun. Blinding me in this horrible thing. The lane next to me has some guy with a completely full cart. Thats why I'm sandwiched between "families". I'm still standing there when the full cart leaves. I thought it would take him longer since the people in front of me only had a few items. He has something along hte lines of twenty or two thousand things in his cart. Done without a hitch. I hate walmart. I'm still standing wanting to die. My faith in humanity leaking out through my god damned feet. I forgot toilet paper in costco and didn't want to go back. Theres a two liter bottle of johnny walker red label in there that costs thirty bucks. That bottle is screaming for me write now. Singing a sirens song to embrace it and love the oblivion and calm it creates in catatonia. Black label costs only twenty dollars in costco. That is twelve year old scotch....a smooth slow burn that would kill the screaming children in my fucking head. Anyone wonder why I won't have kids?
