Back to the drug thing, I either have people up my ass to A.) ask me for some, or B.) insult me about my bad life decisions. Both parties refuse to listen to me, even when I stick my anti-depressants in their faces and go, "THIS. IS. PRESCRIBED." Usually their constant idiocy wouldn't bother me, but they are getting damn annoying. Especially the ones that think they're tough. Of course, they always shy away from the little art students who always carries around sharpened pencils.
Yo, to anybody who's reading this (if anyone's reading this), have you ever had a bunch of people down your back for no reason? Tell me, pretty please? We can regale each other with tales of annoyances.