/lit/ - Literature

>>16241146
ill rewrite this how it actually happened:
>be me
>probably some slav, nigger or spic
>late teens/ early twenties
>weighs 300lbs+
>live in a 3rd world nation that puts random people, who no one cares about, on their currency
>father beat me earlier for dropping a vegetable or some shit
>walk into a 3rd world shithole bookstore
>notice the bookstore warlord sitting in the back on his book throne made up of kant and popper
>see some random 6/10 cashier
>need to compensate for my dad beating me by getting her attention
>autism gears start turning
>"heh, ill be epic and show her how epic and cool i am"
>pull monopoly money currency out of the sandwich bag i call my "wallet"
>rummage through the crumpled up bills and find a random guy i know nothing about
>walk through the store and try to find a book related to him
>find some gay poetry
>perfect
>walk back over to the cash register
>she looks up
>"Hello s-"
>slam book down on the counter
>cashier jumps, frightened
>bookstore warlord jumps off his book throne in surprise
>"C-can I help you sir"
>gesture towards book
>"are you buying this?"
>gesture again
>"s-sir do you have any money to pay for this"
>spaghetti.jpg
>i start making loud grunting sounds
>whip out my crumpled up bills
>point to the man on the bill
>cashier looks terrified at this point
>"h-heehhhh, yeah that's the man who wrote this"
>start making louder grunts and slam my fists on the counter
>run out of the store without my book or monopoly money while autistically screeching
>two of the bookstore warlords guards are outside
>they beat me to a pulp
>go home crying
and that's the real story of how anon is a dumb, poor, fat, autistic 3rd worlder anon got his ass handed to him.