"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars."
- Jack Kerouac (via observando)
Me: that's $27.50. holds out hand for cash
Customer: puts cash on counter
Me: picks up cash
Customer: holds hand out for change
Me: throws change on ground. Take that mother fucker.