As craig braced himself for the broad daylight that waited outside his door, he took a fat rip of his le juif to calm him. He walked with a confident, hunched back and runny nose as he loaded into his mothers mini van as she took him to kohls for another outfit. He was in utter distress because he only had twenty dollars worth of kohls cash but the shirt he wanted was twenty four dollars. To him, it felt as if his world had began to crumble. How was he supposed to properly take on the town without his new kohls shirt that featured a manly motivational quote? He cried soft and delicate tears as he knew what he was going to do. He was going to prostitute himself to earn enough money to buy that shirt.
