I don't even know why I came to this stupid coffee shop. Do you have any idea how many coffee shops there are in this part of town? And the traffic? It's just absolutely ridiculous, I had to park 5 blocks away and walk. I must have walked past 7 coffee shops before I finally decided to just go into one. So here I am 10 minutes later still waiting in line to order.
New York is a very interesting place. Back home in Texas I never saw anything you wouldn't expect to see. Random horses walking down the side of the road, tractors holing up cars on a one lane road, that was all normal. Never once did I ever see a man, probably in his 50's with bright pink hair wearing heels and a miniskirt. But in New York? I'm standing behind him in line as we speak.
To my utter fascination nobody else in here seems to think this is out of the ordinary. They're just going about their business as if it's completely normal, whereas I can't stop staring. And let me tell you what, it is not something I want to be staring at. It's like a car crash, where everybody slows way down as they are passing trying to see what's going on, not being able to look away. That's how it is right now for me. As disturbed by this image as I am I can't seem to not notice everything about this strange man.
How his feet are obviously too big for the heels he has decided to wear to the fact that I can practically see his ass. To top it all off? He didn't even have the decency to shave his damn legs. Like seriously? If you're going to be a cross dresser more power to you, but at least make it authentic! As the man is called up next the line shuffles forward, finally I'm up next. But of course this fucking guy has to drop his wallet in front of him, and without a second thought bends over to grab it. Not even graciously I might add, he spreads his legs and bends over gracing me with a very disturbing look at his 'sausage and eggs' considering he isn't wearing underwear. I gasp very loudly and jump back almost hitting the person behind me. Luckily nobody else noticed my little freak out.
So coffee in hand i decide to go for a little walk, i mean obviously considering my car is parked 5 blocks away. I think i need to do an oil change and a tune up today. That should keep my mind busy for awhile. I love my car. It was my dad's so it obviously has sentimental value but its also gorgeous. It's a 2012 Chevy Camaro, the Transformers edition. It's not yellow like Bubble Bee from the movie though, instead its a charcoal gray color with black racing stripes. So now that i have a plan for the day i set out to the car, which is now only 2 more blocks away. I cant help but notice all the dangerous looking people as I walk. Obviously living in this big of a city anything can happen without anybody noticing.
When I get to my car, I'm not surprised to see 2 teenage boys lurking by my car like they are thinking about stealing it. This is a regular occurrence for me, I mean come on the fucking car is sexy. So instead of approaching right away I decide to freak the kids out. Who knows if I approach, they might try to swing at me to get the keys or something. So, standing around the corner with my back to the alleyway, I take out my keys and press the alarm button. I swear those boys jumped 5 feet in the air before running away. So I turn off the alarm and head over to the car.
It's a good thing nobody has actually stolen the car. Yet. Considering who I was raised by I have a concealed carry permit so I have 2 guns stashed in my car in case of emergency. Not to mention the 2 I have strapped securely to my thighs under my knee length dress. Definitely would not be good for some random wannabe gangster teenagers to get their hands on those now would it? After I start the car and get buckled in, I decide to see what's on the radio. I hate driving without music, I concentrate better with the music on than if I was to turn it off. Tuning into my favorite station, country of course my favorite song comes on and I sing along as I drive to the car parts store.
"I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul
In the boondocks
I can feel that
Muddy water runnin' through my veins
I can hear that
lullaby of the midnight train
And it sings to me and sounds familiar"
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