On 3 hours of sleep, I made $30 today during my entire 6 hour shift. And yeah. It gets worse. I was constipated the whole time. There was shit all over me, yet none of it was coming OUT of me.
I'm guessing the lack of action was because of the rain, but word may have gotten around that I was experiencing digestional difficulties, causing a city-wide panic that at any moment I would blow, maybe even all over their chicken friend chicken (that was the $7.99 special today). But at least it was a quick crowd. If you can call 6 tables a crowd, and split between two people that's just not enough business to make it worth our while.
Well... it wouldn't be if the servers weren't myself and my musical cohort. From around 1:30pm until my shift ended at 4pm, we rocked out in the dining room. Something happened.
One of the songs that we had just started messing around with... it just all of a sudden clicked. I closed my eyes and belted out the lyrics like I've never done before. More powerful than even when I sang along in the car. It just fit together... her guitar and my voice.
I don't even know how to explain it. Well, yeah I do. It felt like I had taken the massive shit that was awaiting me, simultaneously experiencing the most intense orgasm imaginable.
Lately things like this have been happening every day, but tonight I can almost feel the energy going back down, even dipping below the normal levels of my semi-charmed existence.
Pardon me, but the porcelain goddess awaits my arrival. I have quite the gift to give her.
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I wish I had a musical cohort... sadly, such things do not come with electric instruments.
Oh, Alternating Current! Why must I forever be thy slave?
everything come out alright?
you are so creepy
talk about giving a hot one...
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