The dude gave me a fucking DS

ok /b/. my life is shitty. i dropped outta school. it was a mistake, i admit it. i been selling myself for a long time. just to pay for rent

i usually hang around the downtown library. last night i got picked up by this really homely lookin guy. he asked me for a BJ. that's $150 right there.

so i told him and he agreed he would pay. i started sucking his dick. when i was done, he reached to the front seat and gave a DS and handed it to me. before i can even ask what the fuck this shit is, he pushed me out of the car and slammed the door shut.

he rolled down the window and told me to just sell the fucking DS on ebay for around $150. turns out, the ds is broken as well so i cant even sell it. shit.

In other words:

"my life is shitty.  then i decided to suck some dick for cash.  now all i seem to do is suck some dick for cash.  my life is even more shitty than before.  i wonder if my decision to suck some dick for cash had anything to do with my life continuing to be shitty.  no, that's not possible.  sucking some dick for cash can't possibly be a bad decision.  now pardon me while i log off this library computer, go into the park nearby and suck some more dick for cash, then go buy some smack from charlie the dealer to help me get my mind off my life being shitty.  boy o boy, smack is sure expensive, and i'll have to suck even more dick for cash in order to keep affording it.  bye."