Naked Junkies at Lunch

Sitting on the patio of some shitty coffee shop on the south side of town.
12: 58 pm.

Dude: Yo, Flynn dude, you said that the new issue of Needles would be out on April 2nd, it's now the 6th, what the fuck man?
ME:Yeah, I say a lot of things after drinking. I once told a girl I was the first black NASCAR driver to ever win a race, she googled me the next day, that was some funny shit when she called me up that night all mad n'junk. She was a virgin before we met, heh heh.
Dude: But dude, where's the new issue?
Me: (Staring off thinking about the night with the virgin.)
Dude: Where's the new issue dude?
Me: What new issue?
Dude: The new issue of Needles for Teeth, where is it?
Me: Oh snap man! Them shits at home.
Dude: Dude, you do know that people are waiting for that issue right?
Me: I'm sure they are, but there are starving children out there, it's more important to eat.
Dude: What? Dude, I think you should help out your literary community by putting out that issue.
Me: Well, some people think cucumber taste better pickled.
Dude: Dude, why did you get into this business?
Me: I don't know; chicks I guess.
Dude: And where are the chicks?
Me: Good fucking question! (Stares off thinking about where the chicks are)
Dude: So dude, when is the new issue coming out...Dude, DUDE?!?
Me: Fuck! I know where all the chicks are, I'll rap with ya later Dude.
Dude: But wait you owe money on the-
ME: (walking out the door, towards the bus stop) Damn chicks, think they can hide from me...Shit!

Me: (4:49 pm, still waiting on the bus) I'll show them who's Boss, I'll show them all!
Damn RTD is fuckin' with me too, I'll show them as well...


But really the new issue of NFT will be on the streets of Denver tomorrow, seriously.