POP POP

"Alright Timmy, we can close in 15 minutes", said my boss. The fifteen minutes passes by really fast and I shut down the Doughnut Shop for the night. As I'm walking back to Finch Pointe my good friend gives me a call and asks me to come to Mario's for a couple of drinks. I agree and head towards the bar. I walk in, I see a couple of my friends sitting around drinking Heinekin and enjoying the live music they have on Friday night. I go to the bar and get a Heinekin and go sit with them. We laugh about some people who live in Finch Pointe with us, then we were rudely interupted by the clap of a loud gunshot. People in the bar ducked under the tables and ran into the back. Five minutes pass and my friends and I decide to go on home before the situation nearby gets a little more heated. I run home and turn on the news to see that the owner of Garrett Lanes was shot and robbed while I was at Marios. As I continue to listen to the news report I hear that a man named Oj Smith attempted to stop the robber and was stabbed in the stomache. They siad that he is in the local hospital and is in critical condition. I instantly turn off the television, hop in the shower, and have a good nights rest because in the morning I won't see my most reliable customer.

The Boss

"Timmy don't forget to take out the glazed in two minutes." "Ok", I responded. "I'm going to take a puff, and when you take them out don't forget to turn on the hot and ready sign." I'm really starting to like this job. It's very simple and doesn't require a lot of effort. I sit here admiring myself for my new found job and completely forget to remove the doughnuts from the oven. I quickly run to the back, smell burning and automatically assume the burning smell is the doughnuts, but when I reach the oven the smell goes away. I hear the door bell jingle about 5 times and realize we have customers. I remove the doughnuts out of the oven and throw them into the warmer and run back up to the front. My boss said "Get your key and lock the shop." I scurry to cut off the lights and follow my boss and the customers down Moth Street. During the walk down the street, I smell a foul odor of of grease and smoke. I see clowns running down the street and a whole lot of chaos. Also, I saw this HUGE guy walking down the street disappointed. He was complaining about not being able to get moonshine or something. I thought I saw him in the local paper for beating up this guy in front of Queens Palace. Drexel Young was his name. After we assisted with the fire, my boss tells me I can go close the shop and go home for the night. I respond "Yes sir, you don't have to tell me twice."

Ounch That Hurt!!!

"My life is sooooooooooooooo boring", I complained. I look in my wallet and notice I am dead broke. Suddenly, I remembered I have money in my drawer. I go look and notice that I have a two 100 dollar bills folded under my shirts in the drawers. I contemplate, watching tv for about an hour and decide that I need a new job. I remember seeing a commercial for this new tattoo parlor on the corner of Black Ave and Grove St, so I decide to go check it out. I understand before hand that I have no artistic skills but maby they need an extra hand in the shop. I walk in and I see people with black hair and skin tight clothes removing their skin. I quickly decide that this is not the atmosphere for me to work and walk out. I was sort of bored and it was only 7 o'clock, so I chose to go to Marios and get some beers and then check out this new carnival I saw an advertisement for in town. After I left Marios while walking by the Doughnut Shop, I see a now hiring sign and realize that I do have experience working in a restaurant style environment, I say to myself, "I will go apply tomorrow." I continue past Garrett Lanes and hear some yelling over the roar of the rides. I rudely disregarded the stupid clown trying to sell tickets and find out who this altercation was between. I notice a guy named J.J. Carlyle yelling at the old balloon man. I immediately decide that I don't want to be around when this thug pulls the trigger, so I stumble back home thinking "Why did I drink soooooooo much?"