What was SUPPOSED to be a group studying session at the National Library, turned out like this:
What can I say...Boys'll be boys. Man, the National Library was a far cry from the TP library I have gootn SO used to. I mean, there was such a thick fog of repressed tension. HOW DO YOU HANDLE SUCH SILENCE????
So as we were headin' home through the area outside Bugis Street, some creep tried to stuff a cigarette butt (Hell, I thought it was a rolled-up bus ticket) into the bag of a friend of mine, IN CLEAR ALIGNMENT TO OUR LINE OF SIGHT!!!!!!!!!
WHAT
A
FUCKING
ASSWIPE.
Come on, you're 40-plus, handling your mid-life crisis. And homes, I get that.
BUT THERE'S NO FRICKIN REASON TO STUFF A CIGGIE BUTT WHICH YOU'VE BEEN LANCAP-ING WITH YOUR DAMN MOUTH INTO ANOTHER PERSON'S PERSONAL PROPERTY, ASSHOLE!!!
And Ian, you were right. He IS just plain fucked-up.
Good Riddance to you, my littering friend. May your future be....(Nah, I shan't curse him. He ain't worth it. THAT'S how low he is.)