Slow day at work but for some reason I kept ****ing up. It was like when I first started working, just those awkward stupid mistakes and taking forever to get **** done. IDK wtf was up with me but man, I haven't had a shift like that in a while.
OMW home, some creepy as fvck tweaker guy was trying to pick up on these very obviously underaged teenagers and even tried to follow them off the train. I almost stepped in but some other dude beat me to it and just yelled at him.
And now I'm home, wondering what I can do to get back in college. Some kid about my age came in at work. Just, damn. Nice ass clothes, clean shaven kinda look. Obviously made a lot of money doing something. He wasn't one of those rich kids, he had that respectful attitude a person has when they've worked hard for the life they have and appreciate it. I thought dang, I could probably have a life like that too if I stopped ****ing around.
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I spit bullets in my feet
Every time I speak
So I write instead
And still people want me dead
~msc
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