In the bus station, hiding from a hot afternoon, watching two young ladies buy tickets…
“Girls like that. I don’t mess with girls like that…”
“Why not? They’re beautiful…”
“Too much trouble. Just too much trouble.”
“Ha! Got that right!”
“Not worth it…”
“Nope”
(pause)
“Though sometimes they’re worth it.”
“Haha, yeaaahh.”
(Also, Hipster Haiku asks, what is it about guys and lust fueled martyrdom?)
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