First time I've written anything since my last English essay when I was 15. Good times. Cigarette count: 5.

FACT: SATAN IS OFTEN PORTRAYED AS A REDHEAD.


NO MATTER HOW
GOOD SHE LOOKS
SOMEONE SOMEWHERE
IS TIRED OF
HER SHIT

"Tell me about it," muttered a man with vivid red hair (Live XXL Real Red, thankyouveryfuckingmuch,) fishing around the pocket of his flamingo printed lime green short's pocket for a lighter. The words on the back of a broad man's leather vest were soon lost amongst the crowd but the message still resonated within the redhead's mind, bony arms resting on a fence as he took a drag from his just lit cigarette. He was the someone somewhere who was tired of her shit. No matter how good she looked, no matter how she made him feel.