Oct 25, 2016
* ➤➤➤ @springstrapped . ) ❜
“AFTERNOON, MR BIG BOSS.” She knocks on the security booth door and let’s her head bob ‘round, talking ‘round her slushie straw, the plastic chewed to shit and circled with the sloppy, greasy remains of worn pink lipstick prints. “Some kid’s got his arm stuck in the lucky egg machine, I just thought I’d drop in and let you know. I know usually Big Fella takes care of that sorta stuff but I can’t find him anywhere so I figured, y’know. Security’s the best people t’tell. Protect and serve one pizza at a time.”
