| So yeah... Something's not right, and I'm not in a good mood... Whatever though.
Today I went to work and it went by fairly quick, I guess. I went to Chic-Fil-A on my break and something very strange happened... I was standing behind this guy who was ordering some food, and he got it and went and sat down. So I got my food and went and sat down in a corner, away from everyone else. As I was eating, I here someone say "hey". I figured he was talking to someone else, so I just kept eating. He said it again, and I ignored him again. Next, he says "Hey green-sleeve." So I turn around, because I was pretty sure I was the only one in the mall with a jacket like mine, and he told me to come sit with him. So I got up, thinking to myself, "this guy is going to ask abut my jacket, ask why I'm the way I am" etc etc... So I sat down. He then asked me what my name was, and I told him. He shook my hand and told me his name was Will. Then he asked what I did for fun, so I told him that I liked to shoot up heroin and smoke weed. Then I asked him what he did. He replied with "I'm a minister."
  
Once he told me that, I told him that I went to ETCA and he asked what Church I went to and of course, I told him that I didn't waste my time with Church. He then asked me why I thought it was a waste of time, but I just told him that it was pointless to me. Out of no where... He says "I'm about to be a multi-billionaire."
My first thought: "What a douche-bag."
I then asked how, and he told me that he invented a book holder that holds your book, of course, turns your pages, and adjusts to your height.  Next he said that he just got it patented and that it would be for sale soon. I said "Cool." He then made this really stupid ass joke, and then said he was a comedian... What the fuck... This guy must be Superman, eh? Yeah, more like a ass-wipe. Then he got some girl to come over there, and she asked what had been up with him, and he TRIED to explain his story, but kept pausing, coughing, "losing his trian of thought", and just avoiding the answer. Obviously this faggot was lying. I then got up, put my jacket back on, and told them it was nice meeting them. He got out his "card" and told me "Call me if you ever need to get ahold of me, and I mean if you need to get AHOLD of me..."
This guy was starting to creep me out. So I walked away and looked at the card. It had the 'Jesus is My Homeboy' logo on it, and said "The Will of Life", with a number listed.
FREAKY SHIT MAN.
Yeah, anyway... Shitty night, and it's only getting worse.
"For comfort... For sorrows... For the end of my broken heart. Completion... I'll be waiting... For the end of my broken heart."
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