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a spacecase teacher from my former school/place of somewhat meaningful employment was spacecasingly shopping at the yuppie grocery store I'm currently working at yesterday, I felt too much shame and anxiety to acknowledge her, hoping she wouldn't recognize me in juice stained chefs whites and TEAM MEMBER trucker hat. I dunno, not ready to cross the streams, but the reality is just that if the school offered me full time job, I'd be there in a heartbeat, on the east side of town, wearing a scarf fashionably instead of trucking west at 4:00 AM, stuffed in to hoodie AND cardigan in a forty degree cooler salsa factory mon.
I'd brush my teeth and comb my hair for that, almost every day.
I'd brush my teeth and comb my hair for that, almost every day.