i turn my brain off when i get stuck in those conversations with him. he goes on and on and the topic evolves from so and so giving him CDs to pawn and the pawnshop wouldnt take them because they said they dont take CDs even though theyve got racks of them and they wouldnt take his DVD player because he left the remote at home (its a POS anyway). hes at his parents house looking online trying to get a loan and hes applied for 3 jobs but been turned down because no one seems to want to hire and uneducated black dude with long dreadlocks. imagine that. mind numbing dreariness. then he asked if i could get a or r to pay his rent. yeah dude i dont think thats going to happen. wake up! life sucks. do you think i like to work every fucking day doing the same thing over and over again until i die? no, but i do because between shifts id like a warm bed to sleep in and maybe a meal or two. its called growing up and accepting responsibility. christ i sound like my mother. all im sayin is youre 25 years old, get your shit together. its one thing to ruin your own shit but dont drag me down with you. im barely surviving as it is.
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