The Traveler
Meanwhile back behind the counter, I wanted to cut every mother fucker that looked at my wrong.
Okay Nate get it together this is your job, yea yea fake it till you make it, I can’t be puking behind this register.
Then some old fuck had the audacity.
Looked me straight in the eye and said,
You know you GOD is going to judge you for all your tattoos and piercings.
I just love the people that love me
I turned the other cheek (left one to be exact)
For his sake or this jobs sake, I held my tongue against the roof of my mouth, snapian, cold and mashed.