Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Yesterday, I was in a strange mood – like I didn’t care about anything, but also didn’t completely not care. So, after school, I decided to take a walk outside, still wearing my school shoes and pants. I walked around for a bit and bought an ice cream. The vendor was a very polite old woman. I spent about half an hour walking around the kiosk because my thoughts were slow. Finally, I bought an “USSR” ice cream for 14 rubles. She was very polite to me, although she didn’t wish me a pleasant meal, but she didn’t not wish it either. I opened the ice cream, and by the way, there was another label from the same kind of ice cream lying in the trash can. Then I went back, and a girl was crossing the road with a stroller. She needed to get it up onto the curb. I thought, “If she has trouble, I’ll help her, but if she doesn’t, I won’t.” She didn’t have trouble; on the contrary, she managed it very skillfully, and I continued walking, eating my ice cream. It was cold and hard as a rock. I had forgotten how great it feels to eat ice cream in the cold. On the way, I met some alternative types, which is a rare sight in our city. The guy looked like an emo, and the girl… I don’t know who she looked like, just black hair. I initially wanted to talk to them, but I didn’t dare. And when I finally decided to, they were already far away. That’s it.
No, I’m not drunk, and I’m not trying to act like Lok.