8:30pm;
You were breathing softly, trying to be cautious around the others at the convenience store. They were getting late night snacks for long travels as you stood in line at the counter. You needed to use the phone. But no matter how agitated you look, nobody lets you cut ahead.
9:00pm;
Some old men watch as you cry in one of the aisles. They try to get you in their van. They offer to buy you food. Dismissing their offer you continue to cry.
9:30pm;
Gasps flood the store. A man in one of the aisles says something in Spanish but the one word you pick up is "Steve-O". You may have misheard something but you're pretty sure.
9:45pm
A man standing at about 5'10" turns around a display into your aisle. You must've stared to long. He smiles. Oh God, why did it have to be Steve-O?! And but 5 seconds later "Party Boy" himself walks into the same aisle. He smiles at you, and you feel him and Steve-O stare as you try to avoid eye contact. They chuckle to themselves and you can tell that they're talking about you.
