"I don't remember."
Ugh, I had only said that phrase a million times to the lady at the clinic when she asked how many women I had been with. Like, excuse me for being with a lot of women... I don't understand why that is even relevent. "Okay well, the doctor will have your results in a few days. Have a good one, Mr. West." The full chested blonde said to me. "Yeah, thanks." "For nothing" I muttered under my breath as I left the clinic.
I better not have an STD. Or any disease for that matter. I had not been feeling well lately, and even drugs and alcohol couldn't cure my sickness. Not that it wasn't worth a shot.
As I was reaching into my pocket to find a cigarette, I noticed a strange, unkept man sitting on a bundle of raggedy old blankets with a bowl sitting next to him with three pennies in it. I thought I heard him mutter something like "What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence." What the hell was he talking about, I was starting to get the creeps from this guy. Does he like know what I did and that's why he is saying that... No. I'm being paranoid. I need to get away from this guy.
All of a sudden, my stomach began to grumble. I was craving waffles. As I began to make my way over to the Waffle place, I noticed the man heading in the same direction. Ew. Is this creep following me?! I thought I heard him say that line about what will come will come again, but the noise I heard was more familiar this time, it sounded like Pearl Jam. I looked behind me at the man and noticed he was listening to a cd player. I didn't even know those still existed.
