SneakersMcGee

Skip When I opened my eyes again, I was on a street corner. I didn't remember how I got there, why, who, where, what. I racked my brain trying to remember. I felt like there was something in my mind eating something that I think was important. Across the road from me, the sign was telling me to walk. I had an inkling it had told me that five or six times, and I had just stood there, staring, or with eyes closed. I took off at a brisk pace. When I crossed a street, someone spoke to me. "Hey honey, how you doin' today?" a filthy, smelly man in rags asked me in a nauseatingly slimy tone. "Go fuck yourself." I said quickly, severely. I h