RASTA DUDE...

I am at the Cashier's desk waiting in line to pay for my grocery, praying all I have greedily put into the shopping cart would not be too much for my broke ass. lol. In front of me, is a rasta man, his locks covered by a ''was-white'' rag/cloth whatever he felt it was.The strands of hair he called beard, lazily entangled like lovers after ecstasy. He turned back to look at me, as if he had felt my eyes burning every inch of  garment he had on.Then after assessing my goodies *yes!!! my goodies*, he smiled, arrrrrrrgh he should not have. The brown dentition with spaces all over.

DEE YOU NEED TO STOP...

All day, I have been staring at the laptop watching videos of cannibals and serial killers.I did same the whole of last night and as expected, I was scared to go to the bathroom alone.I am about to take my bath, but the fear from things I have seen and heard today, is driving me crazy.I am even scared to sleep, all that blood and flesh eating I have been watching all day *shiver* .