(a) bitter waitress

second night shift at new serving job. amazingly different compared to what i flailed into yesterday at 11am. rolled out of bed at 10 w/ a mean hang over, attired myself in the mandatory garbs—partially what i wore out last night- gotta take advantage of new pants on an evergrowing visa bill. smoked a cig by the front door in the atrocious blinding blue sky- sat on mandy’s frayed hairdressing chair under paul’s weathered umbrella—why the fuck did i move in w/ these ppl—watching the cars on15th pulse to wherever they happened to be going. took a cab eventhough i couldn’t afford it- b/c i had planned to take the bus, but ended up drinking w/ my new coworkers/new bfs for seven hours last night. there go my tips from yesterday. at any rate… any any rate- i made good money tonight b/c was received w/ leering eyes and finally- the kicker- the selling point to the place- my refined dbl Johnny walker red drinker- )after 12( ‘you must be fucking tight’)theres no euphemizing that one. for a 50 tucked so gingerly into my vneck on an 60$ bill- whats to complain about.