énouement [d.l + k.f]

one

current day.

" aint nothing wrong with a little beastiality"

diego

"and that'll be 7.53 sir. thank you for coming to subway."

"that's a load of bullshit," the overweight white man sporting a red make america great again hat that seemed too small for his head spat out at me. "i thought the subs here were 5 dollars? 5 dollar footlongs, right?"

i sighed. "no sir, we changed that policy ages ago."

"give me a fucking break, a 5 dollar footlong is a 5 dollar footlong! see, i knew this would happen when they started hiring niggers and spics like yourself to work here when all you do is steal jobs from real americans-" he forgot what he was talking about and apparently decided to just go on a random racist rant.

gotta love florida.

"sir, this is a subway," i interjected, hoping that he would just hurry up and get the fuck out of the store already.

this is what i had to deal with on a daily basis. making sandwiches for a bunch of rude ass customers because even though i literally had a whole ass art degree, i couldn't find a job for shit, so i was stuck working minimum wage and trust me, it was not worth it whatsoever.

my mom paid damn near 100k in tuition for what? for me to sit up and make nasty ass sandwiches all day.

okay, they're not nasty, but publix subs are better.

eventually the man stopped ranting because i threatened to call security, and  i let out a sigh of both relief and irritation. relief because he was gone, irritation because this was the shit i had to put up with in order to pay rent.

after a few more rounds of customers, closing time rolled around, and after i helped close the store, i was more than happy to make my way back home to my apartment.

or was i?

-

when i made it back home, exhausted and annoyed and wanting nothing more than to get in my bed - oops i mean my family dollar mattress that's on the floor - and take my ass to bed.

as soon as i got home, i heard the sound of be careful by cardi b blasting throughout my apartment complex, and it made my head hurt. when i opened the door to my unit, i was greeted by my roommate gazzy, who was singing along off key as he puffed on a cigarette and had a headscarf tied around his pink dreads.

he looked like he been going through it.

"BE CAREEEEFUL WITH ME! MY HEART IS LIKE A SOMETHING SOMETHING FRAGILE LABLE ON IT BE CAREFUL WITH ME," gazzy belted out as he took another puff of his cigarette, a tear running down his cheek.

"gaz....you good?" i questioned the colombian as he continued to sing.

"me and daddy had a fight," he answered.  "he yelled at me because i was being bratty and now he's not going to give me my allowance, like, how dare he?"

i rolled my eyes as gazzy continued to go on and on about his "daddy". he was a sugar baby, and he got all of his money from this illustrious "daddy" that he's never shown us before. i have a feeling that his daddy is some gross ass 60 year old man with erectile dysfunction, but he claims that he's only 21 and he's not ugly. sure.