Did this person realize I walked 2 miles in the cold slipping on ice the whole way. My good shoes now looked worse than my old pair. The bottom of my pants frozen solid...?
"Hello mister Simms how are you to..."
"Shut up! Thornton! I don't want your story today go get ready! Your working kids today. And, your closing."
What a f*cking jerk as soon as I quit I'm going to fight that fat piece of sh*t! Then I'm going to have John and Sammy rape his sl*t of a wife!
"What am I saying? Jerk, fat, sl*t. Who am I to judge these people...."
Waking up with blood in my left eye and a hudge head ache the events came back to me. I had punished myself again and this fat manager needed to be punished for making me think such thoughts.
