Hide & Seek

I walked out of the building, trying to be objective but couldnt neglect the feeling of dissapointment.

I was fired from my third job this month.

Me, Kim Kibum, aged 17.Fired.

We have all been fired and we have all had some crappy jobs, but heck, knowing this and generalizing myself aren't helping the fact that I, Kim Kibum got fired.

Fired from a nightclub.

A nightclub, thats right.

One of those nigthclubs filled with half naked women, hanging on poles, serving drinks in pierced tittes and thongs, with hooker heels and asking if you want "more" in the most horniest way any straight guy couldnt resist.

Sigh.

"You havent graduated from school have you?"

"No sir."

"Chances of you getting an actual job is close to none, right?"

"...Yes, sir."

"If I were to fire you what will you do?"

"..."

Sunk in my thoughts, ashamed of myself having to bow down and talk in a polite mannerism to a sadistic overweight old man who enjoyed puffing cigarettes and watching underaged girls shake their butt and boobs to earn him a mansion or two in Gangnam.

Reminding myself that I sunk that low was enought to depress me.

For a mere six thousand won a month I had to work ten hours a day, working as a dog for a horrible man.

"You are a school drop out, you have no say in your salary, contract conditions, or anything else really, soo just shut up and do what I tell you to do."

He was right, I have to take whatever I can.

 Dignity or pride on the working field or even private life is lost, I have not choice, I was the one who choose to drop out, and thus have to deal with the consequences.

Still, I was fifteen, I have survived two years of countless jobs, two years of having to take, two years of utterly bullshiting around doing nothing with my life,nothing with the dreams I had and nothing with my suposed "talents."

When you're fifteen you are discovering, trying new things, fail in the things you thought you could prevail in, and prevail in the things you were shure to fail.

You might get bi-curious, heck, you might even realize you like dick.

Vodka or Barcadi might substitute Coca-Cola, or Fanta.

Drugs might become the new way of playing.

An explosion of discoveries in such a short period is not good for anyone, you need on hell of a mentality if you can still focus on your studies, your dreams, your responsibilities in that period.

Sex, Alcohol and Drugs.

Is it coincidence that taking the first letter of each word makes "Sad"?

My deep and philosophical mood was interupted by myself when I entered the grocery store, loosing my job is one thing, but an angry Nicole is another.

She is not going to be pleased when she hears about me loosing my job again.

I shook my head and decided to concentrate on the food.

Even if I say soo myself, for a "good for nothing dropout" I am a pretty damn good cook.

Rice, rosè beef, spinache and soi sauce.