Day 18
I spend today fucking around in the ghetto. I see a lot of pitbulls and abandoned buildings. I get a phonecall from my nineteen year old boss who tells me that we're out of assigned areas to cover and my options are to either move on to quality control or to stay under his wing, taking it really slowly and being guaranteed a place in the next phase of operations, which according to him might include “counting hobos.” I think you can guess exactly what I told him.
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