Dog I am so tired of writing cover letters.
This job didnt even tell me what job/department I'd be doing How the fuck am I suppose to beg for a job and tell the clerk that I might be vagrant but I's still got integrity for as long as I am ins town and denying my wolvish brothers out by the milage post on the trail. I do sir. And I cant prove it, but I promise I wont give you no trouble if you give me a chance, lifting your millet bags to the patrons carts. I will do right by the half penny you'll give me for the fortnight. I wont bother you neither. Silent as a mouse, I am, quiet as my aunt Beatrice wanted me to be on sunday mornin. I don't talk to her on the account of the house fire she set, but I keep true to my word and respect my elders when they call















