pokomo

This space is turning into something of a vent for me. I never intended to use it this way, it just kinda happened.
So today I'm at work, its a usual busy saturday with all the trimmings. I've just been on my break and needed the toilet, and to wash my hands. Its a thing I have. I'll wash my hands to keeps the bar scum off me, and because I'm pretty ill right now, and I blame the customers for that.
So I'm sat down, pants 'round my ankles, pondering the joys of the next hour or so.
Then I see it.
Dribbled down the wall, smell unmistakable.
A shot of semen.

And after a beat, my faith in humanity went away.
I've seen horrid things in this bar. People destroy their bodies with alcohol, careless of who cleans up afterwards. Its a given thing, sadly.
But to see this...That was it. I can't operate here anymore. I'm blanketing the town with cv's to get the hell out of there. To anything but this.

Then, I'm leaving Reading.
people are people, that will not change, no matter where I go. But I've had it with this kinda shit.
I need a cheerful video.