That sounds like the first line of a John Clarke poem.
Is the next line "The girl in the ticket booth looks quite downie"?
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 10 May 2009, 9:43, archived)

The girl at the kiosk sold me some shoelaces
and as I stood, lonesome, at the pisser, with my dick in my hand, I wondered what the chain-smoking floor-scrubbing harridan was thinking as she stared at my back.

And now, to be a cunt, I'll never finish that story and I'll become like Kafka or summink.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Sun 10 May 2009, 9:46, archived)

I think it takes a bit more than just dying with an unfinished story.
Probably.
( Dr. Shambolic je suis charlie, Sun 10 May 2009, 9:48, archived)

Yeah, you have to be a cunt and Czech
and be secretly bumming your publisher
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Sun 10 May 2009, 9:49, archived)