College
I'm back. But before I'm back, while I'm driving around to buy shit and while I'm trying to get to my destination, I get several phone calls.
Friends, all of them. But also my coworkers and they need me. Things aren't getting together. Rumors are starting that I'm not coming back. I know who to thank for that one. People need me so much and I feel a sense of renewed power.
Somebody tried to take my little brother's candy. An unopened bag of lemonheads that I bought him. The boy came to me and I was like, "Kid, I know you're shorter than that guy, but you're black and you live in The ROC. Go git it back yo self!" But, of course, he has since grown out of his hiphop, I'm gangsta, phase. He listens to the Jonahs Brothers now.
So I put on my best, I'ma fuck you up, son-voice, marched over to a group consisting of two tall boys and their blondie girlfriends and go.
"Hey greenshirt boy! You took my brother's candy?" He couldn't get the lemonheads out of his pocket fast enough.
That moment empowered my whole day like you wouldn't believe. It felt like beating up a pedophile. Though I'm sure the kid was innocent. I just couldn't risk coming up to him nicely and having him lie to my face.
So it's sleepy time and I'm not tired. I'm sure I should go to bed because I have a lot of work tomorrow.
You know? I already want to go home. I feel a little sad that I have to be a bitch to people. And I feel sad that people will be a bitch to me. I don't know how I'm going to survive this winter without my therapist, Ed. ED! Forget Michigan, come home!
But the thing is, I don't think I can get ahead if I'm nice. I know what a doormat looks like and I'm just too fucking hot to be that person.
Okay. Off to entertain myself. Maybe add more songs to my library. My eyes are getting heavy, it's a good sign.
Friends, all of them. But also my coworkers and they need me. Things aren't getting together. Rumors are starting that I'm not coming back. I know who to thank for that one. People need me so much and I feel a sense of renewed power.
Somebody tried to take my little brother's candy. An unopened bag of lemonheads that I bought him. The boy came to me and I was like, "Kid, I know you're shorter than that guy, but you're black and you live in The ROC. Go git it back yo self!" But, of course, he has since grown out of his hiphop, I'm gangsta, phase. He listens to the Jonahs Brothers now.
So I put on my best, I'ma fuck you up, son-voice, marched over to a group consisting of two tall boys and their blondie girlfriends and go.
"Hey greenshirt boy! You took my brother's candy?" He couldn't get the lemonheads out of his pocket fast enough.
That moment empowered my whole day like you wouldn't believe. It felt like beating up a pedophile. Though I'm sure the kid was innocent. I just couldn't risk coming up to him nicely and having him lie to my face.
So it's sleepy time and I'm not tired. I'm sure I should go to bed because I have a lot of work tomorrow.
You know? I already want to go home. I feel a little sad that I have to be a bitch to people. And I feel sad that people will be a bitch to me. I don't know how I'm going to survive this winter without my therapist, Ed. ED! Forget Michigan, come home!
But the thing is, I don't think I can get ahead if I'm nice. I know what a doormat looks like and I'm just too fucking hot to be that person.
Okay. Off to entertain myself. Maybe add more songs to my library. My eyes are getting heavy, it's a good sign.