LEMONS ahead, or I'll try my best to write a good one. Currently watching Daria since its loved for celebrating the mind of an independent thinker. If that's not enough to make me stay and binge-watch, seeing the tattooed, low talking Trent Lane is my personal treat.
First day on the job and I can't seem to catch a break. I wasn't referred by anyone since I'm new in town, but I was just too desperate to pass any potential work, even this degrading. It was never supposed to be like this. As sad as it might sound I want to be back at that cramped commune. I'd take a walk around everyday and pass by the same scene, the same black and brown spotted cat and the same potted azaleas, daisies and roses in that order. Though everything was shared and nothing my family owned could be called theirs, I had my brothers... and Tom. God I miss him. I miss his stupid toothy grin or his constant pestering for my books. He'd always return them, without a single new scratch or scuffed binding. I'd know when he's finished, because without fail he'd come with stolen muffins from our bitch of a neighbor and a trip to the fishing dock.
Days like those are long over. I can never come back, because since I turned 18 my parents kicked me out. I'm forced to find my own resources, and they can't afford to keep all of us afloat. It's better this way, my kid brothers need a place to grow up and live peacefully. I could have stayed at the old gas station and make my wages there. It's only 5 miles from the gate, then I can be close to Tom. But do I really want to live the rest of my life pumping gas. So, with the green stained duffel bag I got from trade off I've made the first steps of walking away from everyone I've ever known and am ready to see everything for myself.
I was too overtly optimistic.
