It was a rough day at work. when i walked in the door, i immediately collapsed on my bed from exhaustion. i kept replaying what my boss had said: "Mark, im letting you go." i was still confused about it, so i decided to call my mom and talk to her about it.
"hello?" "hi mom! its mark." i responded. "oh! how is my sweety today?" "mom, please dont call me that, im a grown man." "oh," mother said "i wont call you that anymore then. anyways, how was work today?" hesitantly, i responded "... my boss said he was letting me go." silence. "well, at least he didnt fire me right?" "what?! no! getting fired and being let go are the same thing you moron!" i was dumbfounded "mom! please dont call me that! im still your little baby..." "i see your gonna need some time to let this sink in. Click! beeeeeeeeeeee..." she hung up.
i am a failure. i have just been fired from my low paying job (i was the janitor at a science lab) and just now have i realized what a wreck my house is. my bedroom door is hanging on a hinge, there is fungi hanging from my bathroom ceiling, and i still haven't painted my bedroom walls. of course the last one is forgivable, because i dont have any paint buckets... but then again, there is a store with a gold mine of spray paint cans just a few minutes from my house! i checked my wallet to see how much money i had... $133.70. splendid. i will need to spend all of my money, it takes a lot of cans to paint four walls.
i walked out side to get in my car. driving down the road, it was strange. more people were spitting on my car than usual... i parked on the side of the road to see what was wrong. as i was getting out, a woman with a baby walked by and shanked me with the antenna of her phone. she hissed "i dont want my baby growing up with racists like you around!". what the hell is going on? i went to the back of my car, and i saw a bumper sticker that i never saw before, i guess one of the hoodlums in my area stuck it there. it had a swastika on the left and it read "out my damn way! goin to a clan meeting." i tore it off and threw it on the ground, then headed back on my way.
finally walking into the store, i smelled a variety of things. the gas station in the front smelled like oil and vomit on the sidewalk. walking past the bathroom there was the scent of urine and more vomit. walking deeper in, there were heavy smells of too much floor cleaner, accompanied by "caution: wet floor - cuidado: piso mojado" signs. finally, the intoxicating scent of spray paint.
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more to come later!!!
how is it so far? also i haven't thought of a name yet, so that will come later.