Mindless Self Indulgence (Fuck Off)

Rebel to Anything

Destroy something with art.

I show my paper to Lyn-Z.

"What does this mean? I can't punch people with art," I shove the paper in Lyn-Z's face.

"He wants you to graffiti a wall."

"Where do I get spray paint?"

"There's a guy in the subway who sells all kinds of stuff," she offers.

"Awesome wanna show me where he is?"

"Yeah," she says reading her 'homework assignment', "oh, look I got the same one. We could team up."

She starts walking back towards where we just were a minute ago.

We make out way down some stairs and then Lyn-Z stops at a guy smoking a cigarette in a corner.

"Luke," She catches his attention, "we need something."

"What?" he says lazily.

"Spray paint."

"I have spray paint," he takes a drag from his cigarette, "what do you have?"

"Jimmy?" She turns to me.

I take off my backpack and dig around. My hand bumps against something plastic. I take out a bottle of some of the pills I didn't take.

Luke's eyes widen when I hand them to him. "This is gold. Do you know how hard it is getting these put here?"

"No."

"You know what," he pulls out seven cans from a box next to him, "take all of them."

"Thanks," I shove them into my backpack.

"Do you have anymore of those?" Lyn-Z asks.

"I've got tons," I shake my backpack.

"How?"

"I don't take them. They make me all numb so I just put them in my backpack," I say walking back up the stairs.

"That's what they're supposed to do," Lyn-Z explains, "why do you think everyone over there is so weird? They literally have no emotions."

"People here don't want emotions?" I ask confused.

"They just want a break from everything."