A few thoughts on armageddon.
When the end comes, and trust me, its coming, it won’t be what you think.
Zombie holocaust? Nope. Nuclear war? Not a chance.
Most chilling fucking thing I have ever witnessed.
Let me paint you a scene.
I am off work, unlocking my bike.
And then I hear the screaming.
“F-YOU, YOU M-FING M_FERS!”
Who do you see in your head?
Who says this?
You are thinking homeless meth-head, right?
You are only half right.
Across the street, stomping and swearing her unwashed ass around bus stop…
Is a HOMELESS CLOWN METH-HEAD!
I may shit myself and have a heart attack.
This is hands down the most terrifying thing I have ever seen.
I am not sure how I got here, but I am crouched down behind some bikes locked to a fence.
This is horrible.
The “Pucker factor” of seeing a homeless clown meth-head far exceeds 10 right now.
I am so clenched at this point I could crush pool balls with my asscheeks.
Watching this horror of nature stomp around the bus stop and scream is like something either out of a horror film or Revelations.
Who is like the Beast? Who can make war like the Beast?
So, now that I have offended everyone I ever went to Catholic school with, you poor tortured
bastards, let me bring my entire blasphemous witticisms full circle.
On Judgement day, once the horn blows, armies of homeless meth-head clowns will descend upon on us like locusts.
And at the head of that army, Kris Jenner, also known as “Babylon, mother of Harlots and abominations in the world.” (I think I am dead right on this one.)
Whew! That got a little long winded, sorry about that.
It was a long walk, for such a small drink, but one I am willing to make. (There are like 5 people I know who will get this.)
Anyway, while I am not totally afraid of clowns, in a purely “Grown ass man” sense, but a homeless meth-head clown is a little too much for the senses.
Its overwhelming, like a visual brain-freeze.
And the only fix for it is to hunker down and just wait for it to pass.
This too shall pass.
So, once I stopped being terrified and hiding, I began to watch the vile little scene going on across the street. (I had my bike ready to take off just in case Babylon saw me and gave me the bulls rush. I am curious, but not stupid.)
Most of her rage, and there was a LOT of it, was directed at 2 people on the corner who were pushing a broken lawn mower.
Which should have tipped me off.
So the clown is pissed at the other two homeless meth-heads who may or may not have stolen her broken lawn mower. (For the record, they were not dressed as clowns.)
There are some of you who are right now asking “How do you know they are homeless?”
Because, WHO ELSE would push around a broken lawn mower.
Everyone else throws that shit away in the trash.
Which is where the homeless find it.
However, even the drug addled denizens of alleyways can only push a broken mower around until they figure out that it is not worth shit.
And that is when the homeless meth-head clown will get it back.