I am little boy he is little man

The morning

It was a gloomy morning, rain was pouring. Little boy sat up in his old, musty bed and stretched. "God my bones crackle  like  the time I set my grandfather on fire for buying me the wrong color socks." "I'm so relatable to the children sometimes I might as well be one hehe" little boy giggled as he leaped out of bed. " where the FUCK is my BUTTER SOCK" "GINGER BITCH DID YOU EAT MY BUTTER SOCK AGAIN" the scrawny, unfed gerbil cowered In fear as he ran under the table in the living room. He hated this, every Sunday little boy goes out to the store, buys a stick of butter, and puts it in a sock, who does that. But then he gets drunk after he fails to not hit children on the sidewalk while driving gets a ticket and then EATS THE BUTTER SOCK. It's all fine until the next morning He has to be THROWN ACROSS THE ROOM because of this FUCKING BUTTER SOCK He didn't even TOUCH. "OBAMA MOUSE GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!1!1" he checks the time, " you're safe for now I have to go to a job interview." Little boy then grabbed his keys off the coffee table and dashed to his car, as he opened the door and turned the keys, my chemical romance billy eyelash mash up came on, " oh yeah my favorite this is a bop mmmm I'm so quirky teehee X3 Awa" he then jiggled in his car all the way to the office where he was going to be interviewed.
He stopped the car
"We're here!"
A man stepped out of a dark ally to approach the boy.
He breathed

To be continued