She came from work pretty early and I knew when I saw her that she quit yet again She changed four jobs in the last five months and got a tattoo that said APATHY on her lower back Her father died five months ago. He died of what’s called almost-drunk-driving He was sipping on a beer bottle while driving fairly slow on a country road But the front wheels hit some log or something and the impact triggered the airbag It bloomed in his face and stabbed the beer bottle into his eye causing him a major trauma to the brain R.I.P old man. Maybe not your wife but your daughter sure will miss you She’s coming from work dirty and ragged Approaches me and demands a cigarette I give her a small lighter and she tells me to go fuck myself “Well you’re done with work early today,” I tell her. “I quit,” she says. “Really? What was it this time?” “What’s every time, deepshit. The boss or the coworkers or the customers. Or all of them. Motherfuckers expect you to work on holidays. Imagine that. Like, Christmas is in three days, for fuck’s sake.” “I work on holidays,” I say “That’s cuz you’s a pussy-ass-bitch who won’t say no when you mean it. You’re like… all the rest of ‘em.” “Maybe,” I say. “But also, if I’m at work I don’t have to be with my relatives and that’s a plus in my book.” “Pff, yeah, whatever. Lend me a ten, will ya?” “Best I can do is a five. And you can keep the lighter.”

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