It was Saturday night again, i've been in New York for almost two months and another day, another dollar to make. I was the rink mascot, it was quite embarrassing if you asked me but because I didn't know anyone I didn't care. They only saw me in a suit not who was behind the suit. Although I did see the girl upstairs a few times here with her friends I always got nervous and went to the other side of the rink far away from her.
Tonight was "glow night" and we stayed open two hours later then usual but I wasn't staying long, the boss man was letting me off earlier.
I snuck to the back to take off the suit and to get my check. I changed back into my normal clothes and made sure I wasn't stink just incase I did run into the girl. I opened my check and instantly felt let down, it wasn't that much once again. This was it, this was the last time I got a poor check, and I put that on everything.
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For Your Eyes Only | j.cole
Roman d'amour"Its beauty in the struggle, ugliness in the success."
