The longer I wait here, the more pissed I'm getting. This is what Hulk feels like when he's stood up. He sits at the restaurant, waiting for his date, and she doesn't show up. And the stupid waiter keeps coming by asking if he wants more bread. Hulk doesn't want more bread, Hulk wants to rear naked choke this son of a bitch.
Adrenaline is gone, I think it was gone half an hour ago. Fatigue is consuming me. Staring out into the dimly lit streets is not helping at all. Why are street lights a boring yellowy orange. We need bright white lights. Maybe crime would be reduced if the streets were better lit.
I'm not going to last to 4AM, who robs at 4AM? By 4AM I'd be way too tired to rob someone. This is probably why I'm not a criminal. I'd be a horrible cop too, with me wearing down after 2 and a half hours of stake out.
If this guy doesn't show up soon I might have to stake out tomorrow too. Being a vigilante is tough, how does Casey Jones do it? Any chance I get to reference TMNT, I'll take it!
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