So yeah. Today is the day I get out. I have been waiting for this day for well... 5 years! I have nothing when I get out. I have to get a job. They won't hire a murderer. Still, I'll try. Have no friends also. That's is great. They uncuffed me and I was let out. I went to my parents house... you know the dead ones. At least I have that. Well until the landlord kicks me out. I walked to Shop-rite and asked if they were hiring. They took at long look at me and said sure. They made me go through and interview. I got the job! That was way easy than I expected. I started Monday. It's was simple. Just putting items in a bag and restocking and all that stuff. I worked the full week and got my paycheck at the end. $10 every hour. Ten hours a day. Seven days a week. Holy shit! $700! A week! Imma be rich! So that happened. I bought a phone. I installed Tinder. Because? Because I can ok? I didn't know what sexuality I was. I guessed I was bisexual. I really don't have a preference. I chose 20-25. I found the best boy. Tall, 23, blonde, and sexy as hell. We matched up. I started off with hey. He said yes. Just yes. He invited me over to his house. He pulled me in and starting making out with me. I didn't know what was happening but I loved it. I felt happy for once. I wanted more.
