it is september 20th, the technical start of the autumn season. you sigh to yourself, letting the baseball cap in your hands fall to the ground. it’s no longer summer. your hat is off your head, and not worn backwards. it is no longer time to fucking party.
alright, put the money in the bag….
PUT IT IN
umm, you’re facing the wrong way, sir
ALRIGHT, GIVE ME THE MONEY
my brother left his drink at taco bell and was like “where’s my baja blast?” and my sister just quietly whispers “in the baja past”