/lit/ - Literature

>in bookstore looking at Vonnegut books
>girl comes up in same row
>I reach down and grab Breakfast of Champions while making sure to flex the triceps, giving the girl a show
>catch her looking at me, definitely impressed
>she says hey and asks what I'm reading
>tell her BoC by the Vonn
>she doesn't know what I'm talking about
>asks if it's a book about Wheaties
>smirk
>say No idiot it's only one of the most thought provoking and intriguing books of the late 20th century
>she seems offended
>tell her she can find the pleb and prole books in the next isle over, maybe she'll be able to find her escapism literature over there because clearly reality is too tough for her to handle
>start snorting with laughter
>readjust my glasses and slick back my greasy hair as I congratulate myself on a victory and wonder if this is how Roach Slayer feels everyday.