bronco

I don't know why I called this entry "bronco." I'm sad. I've been sad for days. I've missed shifts. I've quit, if they ask. Tell them I've quit. I need a friend and I don't have one. Beef hasn't called in over two weeks, the whole time I've been here. I haven't seen or heard from him since I moved out. He's probably busy forgetting all about me, like I never existed. I'm a boy's trash. Yet again, I'm a boy's trash. I'm fucking thrown out on the curb, a Monday morning tiara. I guess I'll ride some bus somewhere and get another job and another apron. Thanks a fucking lot, Beef. Thanks for disappearing. Nice fucking knowing you.