Back In 1987

While My Guitar Gently Weeps

While My Guitar Gently Weeps by The Beatles

I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping

Still my guitar gently weeps

I don't know why nobody told you

How to unfold your love

I don't know how someone controlled you

They bought and sold you

Edgar and Alan left me alone for a while, letting me cry my eyes out and sulk in the back room of the comic shop. I ended up asking if they had a job available or knew or a job opening somewhere so I could make some money. I think the brothers felt terrible enough for me that they let me work at the comic shop. Which was nice, however, I don't know if they could really pay me, maybe they wanted to keep an eye on me.

I told them that I'd pick up another job part-time during the day so I could help out here during the night. Alan seemed pleased, I couldn't tell if Edgar was as well or not. Now I'm currently looking around the boardwalk for a place to work. It's not as busy as it is during the night, still kind of crowded but not as much, it made it easy to weave my way through and find a store of two with a 'help wanted sign' one was at Dipper Diner, and the other was at maybe the worse place for me to be 'MAX'S video' I tried to get the job at the diner, but I didn't have any server experience, the older woman I talked to look like she was really trying to help me, but I guess with how busy it could get they didn't have time to train someone. Which is understandable, but pretty upsetting seeing as my only choice was Max's Video.

There isn't much of the movie I remember, but I do remember how unsettled Max made me when watching the film. At least it wasn't night, so if I did get hired the chances of me running into him were slim to none.

Sighing as I opened the door to the video store, the door buzzed as I opened it. Alerting the teen behind the counter, she had shoulder-length brown hair teased to the high heavens and styled to look blown back, from what I saw she wore a baby blue sweater tucked into some denim pants or shorts.

"Hi, welcome to Max's Video, how can I help you today?" she chirped happily.

"Yes, I saw the sign about wanting help, is there a job opening here?"

"There sure is, but Max, the owner, likes to interview the possible new hires himself and he works the night shift. I could like give you a form to fill and give it to Max. You could probably come back tonight as well and talk to him." the teen was still polite and had that happy chip in her voice as she informed me of all this.

"If you have the form I could fill it out now and return later."

"Totally," the teen then left for the back room and returned a few moments later with a form and a pen.

"Just fill this out, and I'll give it to Max."

The form was pretty simple, all I really had to do was write my name and other details. Once I was finished, and it didn't even talk more than 5 minutes, and what took the most was trying to figure out how what year to put my birthdate in. I was soon done and give it back to the teen along with the pen.

I saw her look at the form and scrunch her nose, similar to Edgar but she was trying to figure out how to say my name rather than repeating, I could hear her trying under her breath.