Yikes but it’s a scary world out there! The house is losing value, relatives have been laid off of work, friends have been or are about to be foreclosed on, and now, seemingly, even children are working full-time...
OK. Maybe not a child, but that’s how it looked, from the face of this morning’s bus driver. He was clutching a blanket, for cryin’ out loud!
OK. That’s not true. He was not clutching a blanket.
But you should’ve have seen him! Such a fresh-peach face on that boy. Such clear eyes! Such good posture!
And no visible scars and all his own teeth, from the looks of it.
Ah, well, I used to have my own teeth, too, before I ground them down to niblet-corn sized nubs.
OK. That’s not true, either. But I was forced to start using an occlusal guard not long ago so that I wouldn’t grind my teeth to little bits whilst sleeping.
Apparently I've been under a bit of stress.
You know, I was once that bus driver. Well, not literally, but you catch my meaning: nineteen years old, unschooled in the ways of the workplace and how to deal with the jerks therein; the realizations regarding how little money was made and how much rent was; the sincerely held belief that each year, it would get better, I would get ahead...
Ha ha! Welcome to the work week, kiddies! Kiss your worry-free complexions good-bye.
Honestly, if I had to do it all over, I would be a plumber. Physical as opposed to mental shit with extravagantly more money.
That or I would try much harder to be born rich.