Curb Hermits (noun) —
A subspecies of
urban cryptid known for their sacred ritual of chain-smoking Marlboros on the same section of curb every day like it’
s their personal throne of apathy.
These nicotine-powered philosophers emerge from unknown crevices at odd hours to contemplate life, loudly overshare trauma, and yell “you got a light?” at passing pigeons. Their natural enemies include: showers, employment, and any form of productive behavior.
Found primarily
outside gas stations, 24-hour liquor stores, and anywhere
weed smells like regret, Curb Hermits operate on a strict diet of American Spirits, Monster Energy, and unmedicated chaos.
Do not approach unless you’re offering a
cigarette, gossip, or existential despair.
In the
wild:
“Bro, don’t make eye contact with the Curb Hermits
outside 7-Eleven. One of them asked me what year it was and then tried to sell me a dreamcatcher made of
gum wrappers.”