It started in Las Vegas. City of drugs, hookers, loners, losers, gamblers, RV owners, users, doers, shakers and boozers. The drive took about 3 hours where I was dropped off at the bus station.
As some of you may have heard me discuss more often than it is humanly required to talk about (special thanks to all the support from my friends that lent me that ear), I was laid off from my last job.
Howdy. I'm sure my CoNtribution to this issue will make many people, happy little girls and boys. I'm very much not in the mood to write, so I shall be brief.
The most distinct memory I have of that Photomat was that it was there I realized I had a scent that was distinctly my own. The place was so damn tiny that I'd fill it with this strange mix of cigarettes, coffee and me within seconds.
I love my job. Well let me rephrase that. Um... I like my job. Okay fine... I don't mind my job. What I admire most about it, is that my job itself and the environment that I work in, is truly satirical.