another day in paradise, work sucks, my house is a mess, i need clean clothes and i just ran out of cigarettes, wrapped pennies for a pack, went to the store, i was two nickels short, lady says i need a dime, a nickel or ten pennies more, looked in my car, change drawer empty, found two pieces of gum and a phone number, no name.. guy pulled up next to me, i asked him for a dime i'm short for a pack of smokes, can you help me out? i don't smoke and neither should you.. he said,went in and bought his granola bars, drove back home, found ten pennies, back to the store i went, doors were closed, locked tight with the cashier inside smoking a cigarette, laughing at me, went back home, smoked some butts from the ashtray, went to bed, another day in paradise.
Reason for writing:
different approach
Birth sign: Libra
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