Some nights it’s really hard not to go off on Bur’s Grandpa with some of the stupid jobs he pulls out of nowhere that I should TOTALLY apply for- and then he won’t accept cold hard FACT about why I can’t or won’t. No, I won’t work retail again. I would end up doing time for murder. No, I CAN’T be a bus driver. Not for a few more years. My driving record is not clean. Maybe if I was trying to be a bus driver in some small rural town way the fuck out in the country then yeah they might accept me but I FLIPPED MY CAR INTO A RIVER. GET IT THROUGH YOUR SKULL. QUIT PATRONIZING ME. 

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