Some things squick me.

[elfs]

This isn't so much a "bad mood" as a serious squick. This afternoon, after getting off the local light rail, I was climbing the steps up to the parking lot and I bumped into a woman. "Excuse me," I said. I had been reading a book and not paying attention.

"Excuse your fucking ass," she slurred back at me. I heard a rattling, like a marble in a can. As I raised my eyes I saw a large paper bag in her hand with gold tracery around the opening. Then I looked into her face. Random splatters of gold traced around her mouth and up her right cheek.

Jesus. I quickly climbed the stairs faster.

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[solarbird]

Oh, you hadn't heard of that before? Yeah, it's a thing. A terrible, pointless thing.

Seriously, the crap people will use when they can't get good drugs is just appalling.