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i was an aspiring marijuana farmer.
i think i worked at chevron for like a month or two when i was 16. then my schedule got "discontinued", true story.
i don't give a fuck anyway i could never work for anyone. who the fuck likes to be told what to do? so i stole cartons of newports, boxes of swishers, and sold them at my continuation school for half price. funny really i don't even steal, the owner was just a real douche bag. that and the workers there were fucking prudes.
i told some hoe there that one of our coworkers looked like a stoner while we were bullshitting one day. then a couple days later the guy confronted me with quarter size guages in his ears, faded jeans, goatee, vans shoes, a chain wallet, AND chinese eyes, claiming i was making up shit about him. lollll
a fucking joke really. i only picked up that piece of shit job because the rents were breathing down my neck about getting a job and i wanted a cell phone. ;/
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