So after a day's job of slacking off and the occasionally sparse work, I took for a walk in the park. The way the apartments around these parts of Canada (inb4canuckslurs) work, they usually gather around a lake, man-made or
natural, and walkways surrounding them are given for those particular restless residents always in the need for a stroll.
The weather was pretty much what you would expect from a Northern winter. Bleak, depressing, winds evolving almost into a hurt. As I was regretting the idea of taking this exercise on compulsion, I saw at the corner
of my eye a surreptitious affair happening on a nearby bench. A black guy, sporting his predictable doo-rag and knee-low shirt, was on the act of slipping his hands into the faded, dark blue jeans of a white chick sitting contently in his lap. My stalking instincts went automatic. I tried to warily close in the scene to look further on this potentially hot afterwork fap. But something unexpected occurred.
Tears slowly streamed from my eyes down towards the bridge of my nose as I heard the nigra say to the moaning girl, "I love you."
What happened next wasn't important but to give you a transition towards the end of my post: I hurried back to my place, needlessly pondering on things, Cracky and lovelife alike, and soon got my self shitfaced.
This leads to the underlying question: Why am I so alone?