#001 the job
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Jul. 27th, 2005 | 02:48 am
mood: 
crappy
music: The Killers- Mr.Brightside
Tokyo’s one hell of a big city.
I was almost late for that job interview today.
An interview for card dealing? What the fuck…
The geezer there was perverted. Way perverted. What guy in their right mind hangs underwear on the chandelier? But I need that money… bad. University courses don’t cost for nothing and the rent is killer.
I don't want to ask for help.
I need to prove I can do this on my own.
After the interview, I stayed there for a one day trial.
Most of those other morons thought they were just ‘all’ that.
Well, I fuckin’ showed them… you should have seen their faces.
That casino was dead in the morning but at night…
Holy shit, I could barely deal the cards without some slutty women trying to bribe me with their ‘body’.
Rode Hayaji home afterwards. Hope I got that god damn job.
Fuck, I reek of smoke, beer and women.
Gonna take a shower now…
I was almost late for that job interview today.
An interview for card dealing? What the fuck…
The geezer there was perverted. Way perverted. What guy in their right mind hangs underwear on the chandelier? But I need that money… bad. University courses don’t cost for nothing and the rent is killer.
I don't want to ask for help.
I need to prove I can do this on my own.
After the interview, I stayed there for a one day trial.
Most of those other morons thought they were just ‘all’ that.
Well, I fuckin’ showed them… you should have seen their faces.
That casino was dead in the morning but at night…
Holy shit, I could barely deal the cards without some slutty women trying to bribe me with their ‘body’.
Rode Hayaji home afterwards. Hope I got that god damn job.
Fuck, I reek of smoke, beer and women.
Gonna take a shower now…
