a little punk kid (and by little = at least 25 haha) walks out of a store while i'm on my way home from sneaks and asks me for a cigarette. i apologize and say i don't have anything, and continue walking. he stammers on about how its totally his fault and something else i don't really hear. all he yells as i'm walking away is "you're beautiful!"
hahaha
i guess i could have been told worse on the way home.
stoked on picnics in trinity bellewoods tomorrow with some friends, and smithfits saturday with others.
this summer is getting better by the day.
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