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It was awkward at first, but then it became routine. When I started working at Big Don’s the walk-in was a maze, and everywhere I put a dirty six-pan seemed like a personal offense to whoever was in the dish pit that day. I was an outcast, but I was willing to learn. And the…
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I won’t bother with the military jargon. Frankly, that’s only used to prove something to other vets. I’m not trying to prove anything. It was mostly waiting around. Discipline was gratefully received, as most of the world denied uniformity and order. Others played games. If you were talented, mildly psychotic, and dumb you were enlisted…
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I feel my brain melting into the same complacency as the vermin I exploit. You can do a lot: justifying how these scum are able to shuffle into giving their hard-earned value up to a thug like me, deeming yourself as superior to a stain, cutting off generations of stupidity. I used to go the…
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Assumed, but when I was in elementary school whenever I went to the bathroom the floor was coated in stale piss. Your glow-in-the-dark sneakers would damn near stick to the floor and leave you struggling against an embedded sock or lack of balance. Pissing contests have a long legacy in public restrooms. The first thing…
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Where are the milk carton kids? Where are the missing children? How many Amber Alerts have you ignored? Crash into oncoming traffic once you see ’05 Nissan Grey License Plate XOR-A67 carrying crying sack of shit that totaled your car. I was being polite This underpass fills me with comfort. I have a healthy relationship,…

