Refrigerators n Pickles

I opened the refrigerator to get pickles. I hate pickles. My neighbor was over and said he wanted some, so i went and got them for him. I once saw him curb stomp a man's face to the ground, but that didn't bother me. He said thanks for the pickles, then proceeded to give me a story on when he was first accepted into his current gang: The Blood Stalkers. It was a long story with a plethora of felonies, but I wasn't listening. I cut my thumb days ago and fiddled with the scab. I chewed gum and stared at the wall after that. He finished his story and said the pickles were yummy. Pickles are not yumy. I got up, walked ten feet and ended up in front of the fridge. I put the pickles back in then went to bed.