The Roof
June 11th, 2011 § 6 Comments
Will I?
Will I really work tonight? Clouds passing over the shadow bitch of the mountain. This valley is the whipping boy of the mountain.
I think I forgot my hat. Tight with my hair needing a hair cut.
Why don’t you get them all cut?
Ha ha. Sour smile, old shitty joke.
Fucking uniform. The smell never goes away.
The days drag but the years fly.
Its 11 an hour with a meal every 5 hours. I love pizza.
Lousy trade for dignity. Did love pizza.
Look at that sky.
Don’t bet on distractions. I can’t work another day. Another shitty day.
Those clouds are really darkening up.
Going to head in? you weak fuck.
Oh shit! Did I just hit some girl with the car door? Shitty shitty day!
Oh my God.
She is beautiful.
“Watch it buddy.”
She is really beautiful.
“Don’t you talk?” Glaring Goddess.
“Yea, I do.” Thunder. Who is this girl?
“Why you hurrying?”
“Get to work” But let’s get back in my car and…
“Pizza Hut.” How did she know? Oh. your shirt, asshole.
“Yea.” What’s she showing…ha!
“Me too. Fucking uniforms”
Good day. Good good day.
I love pizza!
A slice of pizza life.
How clever and charming you are!
love it ev x) your cynicism always makes me smile
To be continued, perhaps?
This one’s a little roller coaster ride of emotions in just a short story. You’ve given us a universal experience in a specific circumscribed event. I love it.
Thank you!