She comes late at night. Just getting off of work to hand out sandwiches and salads to the hungry. All of tomorrow's expired from the nearby(?) Starbucks food display. She looks around looks at me then heads home. And I just wait for the moment she offers me a ride home.

I'm going to quit my job. I can't deal with this shit.

He's starting to make this a habit. He's come in twice these past weeks. He knows my name and he never buys anything. Asks me way too many questions and thankfuly leaves. "Yo Tom's a weird cat, Tom you don't trust me do you?". He tells us it's all a joke and we don't get it. And I just wait for the moment where he attempts to rob us.

I'm going to quit my job. I can't deal with this shit.

I listen to shitty freestyles and then the police sirens orchestrate the hooks. Times like these make me happy I can adjust my english to the necessary dialects. "That line about you comparing your penis to a gun, outta sight man, I used to throw poetry shows, we used to have people freestyle." And I dont tell them I thought that was the unnecessary section. The part that more often than not completely sucked. Even worse than the fledgling stand up comics and that they've always disgusted me.

I'm going to quit my job. I can't deal with this shit.

"Gimme your bag" and I stare straight on ignoring.
He walks into me.
"Your bag" and I just stare straight ignoring.
His girlfriend pulls him away with a sentence.
"We don't know him, he might be crazy, he fuckin' looks it, and I don't feel like getting blood on me tonight."
I'm calculating the discourse in my head, all the variations in speech, the different outcomes of this situation and they all end with me telling them to make sure they murder me. But it never happens and I go home.

Any day now I give my two weeks.
Any day now it just waits to happen.
Each step further through the mud seems to sink a bit deeper.