I stepped into NYU hospital today to inquire about employment.
I can't do it. Damn!
The drab colored walls, suits, that aspetic tinge in the air....
. It's good money, benefits and all that good stuff..but i just don't know if i wan't to go back to being a narco-trafficker.
I told a friend how soul crushing it felt.
she looked at me and said, "wow, that must be like stepping on a peanut."
"WELL, IT'S MY F*#^ING PEANUT," I retorted.
On a punchier note, I'm getting better at pool.
I can't do it. Damn!
The drab colored walls, suits, that aspetic tinge in the air....
. It's good money, benefits and all that good stuff..but i just don't know if i wan't to go back to being a narco-trafficker.
I told a friend how soul crushing it felt.
she looked at me and said, "wow, that must be like stepping on a peanut."
"WELL, IT'S MY F*#^ING PEANUT," I retorted.
On a punchier note, I'm getting better at pool.