I yank the freshly lit cigarette straight out of the prick’s mouth and grind it under my heel with a snarl. This skinny little runt, a fucking wannabe buckaroo with pimples on his forehead, frowns at me. Mouth gaping wide, he stares at the ground, then back up to meet my scowl. “What the hell, man?” Balling my fists in an effort not to shove this twiggy-looking motherfucker out of the way, my grunt comes out gritty and forceful. “He’s got asthma, you shit for brains.”
oh you poor lovesick baby
