One cool evening I strolled out of the dc ready for a relaxing cigarette and expecting to continue with my nightly routine. not so. As I was casually pulling out my lighter, the dc doors burst open and out walked a boy in sweatpants who upon exiting ripped himself a new one. the fart reverberated through the outdoor foyer but without stopping he just aired it out with a little waddle and continued down the stairs. His friend didn't even look his way. At least his routine isn't destroying his lungs; maybe just a little of his dignity.
- acdc maxazria
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