SIX (six six)

I was at Barnes and Noble, reading ridiculous headlines on fashion magazines. There was a girl, a bit older than myself, reading the section just to the right. That line where fashion meets “health” and fitness. She must have weighed about eighty pounds. She flipped through articles about how to lose weight for ten minutes until I approached her. I asked if I could give her a hug. She flatly replied, “Okay.” I tried to give my best hug ever, with my arms wrapped around a stranger, trying to pass on a little love. But she was so stiff. And cold. And unresponsive. I stepped back and looked at her. She picked up another magazine, and continued reading.

Fuck that shit, man.