June...something...
There's talk now about the Psychedelic going out of business because I guess my boss Steve wants to move down to Florida to be with his Aunt that is dying of cancer.
He got a call from his brother who's down there and I guess she only has months to live. I feel bad but if the Psychedelic shuts down I won't have a job and I don't know
if any other place is still hiring. What a bummer! So I have started going around to all the shops and putting in applications and hopefully something will pan out soon. It's
got to!
(?)
*Drugs
I'm really bummed that I broke my promise to myself. Everyone knows that sex and *shit go together and it seems I can't have one with out the other. It would be different
if I had a girl but so far my luck in that department has been shit. No word yet on the Psychedelic going out of business. And no call backs either about the jobs I applied
for. Steve has hardly said anything and he always looks worried and on the verge of tears, even though he hides it from us. I don't want him to go because he's cool and I
love working in the store. Just today I helped a group of kids pick out some shirts and pants, and they asked my opinion of which ones looked best on them. Diane is bummed too because she just started there and now she'll have to go job hunting all over again. Some stores won't hire our kind because they think we're going to steal and make trouble or scare away customers. Fuck them!
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Slipped Away
General FictionThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
