Some one reminded me how to feel again..
to bad it was hate.. fuck so im at work keepin it real cuz its what i do and notice my cell isnt by the register.. and i dont really seem to mind cuz i was drinkin at the time and acouple mins later im like where the fuck is it i call no sound i call again some douche picks up and im liike.. "yes hello this is my phone who took it, and he paused said hold on came back on and said his lil kid took so casually i might add and im like .. wtf bring me back my phone your fucking kid stole it i want it back now he said he cant return it till 5 like he was doing me a favor so i drank a beer put the empty bottle under the register just looked at the clock waiting for that guy to come i was going to flat out say i hope you die on the way home and your kid turns to drugs and gangs to deal with the death of his fucked shit for brains father and when hed say something in return Bang break a bottle over his head... time passed he didnt come i called and called and theyt turned off the phone luckily i found out who he was and he used credit to payu for his meal so i added a 200 dollar tip to get a new phone and what i hope to god that can only make it better is when he comes in to complain about his bill and he gets that long awaited glass to the face