Thanks, Dad.(A Journal of bad decisions, haunted chairs, and unpaid overtime)
15 parts Complete MatureLook, I didn't come back for closure. Or redemption. Or because I missed the smell of existential grease fires and malfunctioning mascots. I came back because some places don't let you leave-especially when you still owe them something.
This is my log. My night shift journal. My emotionally unstable guidebook to surviving the world's worst pizza graveyard.
Inside: haunted arcade machines, animatronics with boundary issues, memories I didn't ask for, and a very sarcastic chair. Also? My deadbeat dad might've built half of it.
Geat.
If you're looking for a hero's journey, look elsewhere. I'm just here to survive, maybe remember less, and argue with ghosts that know my name.
(Spoiler: they're winning.)