Things always change and I don't like change unless it's on my terms. Last week I learned that Connie was fired from Denny's. There weren't any other details nor were any volunteered so I just let the matter lay on the table. One of the things I've learned is that folks who get fired from Denny's end up working over at the IHOP across from the Citadel Mall.
It's 7/25/07 @ 8:27 p.m. and I'm rewriting this in a different state of mind. It's a good thing that I can't read at work because it means now I can concentrate on being creative like fleshing out Asbury Park by Night, maybe writing a short story and tearing it up in shame because it reminds me of being a cretin and writing isn't forbidden at work! Heck I can write and not look at the words which is a loophole!
Anyway saved the original text so those who are so inclined, i.e. gentle reader, can compare and contrast then vilify or congratulate me.
I'm at Dad's shop. His last customer of the night is a Chinese guy who wants to get himself shaved in preparation for a piercing. It's money so my father will go ahead with the job. Dad doesn't listen to me when I ramble on about how it's gay and he's better than doing that kind of stuff for money. Later when I go in the back I see a carefully removed anus, perineum and three-piece set laying in the sink. No blood anywhere and it looks like it's still living and the Chinaman isn't anywhere to be found. Dad's gone home and I know he's not with his last customer. So I head to the Shop-Rite on Main Street and I keep running into people from waking life who are wandering around aimlessly like zombies.
