Ordinary

I guess today was Thursday and I got some things I needed to do done. That's a good feeling. My car needed oil, stalling rounding corners, poured in a quart at the supermarket where I paid a higher price for a rotisserie chicken, potato rolls, black olives. sliced ham, cottage cheese and macaroons than your regular fella with a store card in his possession. Stop tryna track me, yo. Just let me exist, fool. Where the hell is Clifford at anyway?