Motherfucker keyed my car
Yo. Yeah I know some of you were waiting until I fucked up, so here it is. So I wasn’t meant to be working last night but I talked to the manager on Monday about the tip stealing and whatever and he said to find out who the fuck was doing it and tell him.
It was really pissing me the fuck off and I knew if I just went down there and watched for a while I’d work out which motherfucker was stealing our tips. Anyways, I showed up like I was working and wiped down the bar for two fucking hours while I watched the others serving and I fucking saw this guy Rafael pocketing his own tips, and pocketing the cash if someone left the tip on the fucking table. Goddamn motherfucker.
Maybe I shouldn’t have but I told him to meet me out the back in the staff room and I made him empty his pockets and shit, and fuck me he had over $200US in his pockets in fucking stolen tips. I know I used to steal shit from Towelhead’s back in the day but this really pisses me the fuck off. You don’t steal from the people you fucking work with. You just don’t.
Anyways, the manager didn’t say nothing about me firing his ass. I really wanted to but fuck, I told him I had to tell the manager and Rafael chewed me the fuck out in Spanish and I said a few insults back that Raúl has taught me. I went to hang a piss and I dunno where Rafael went, but when I went back out the bar he weren’t there. I left about 20 minutes after that and something didn’t look right about my fucking car. Because SOMEONE fucking keyed it and scratched “pinche joto” into the goddamn side, which means fucking faggot or queer in Spanish.
So now I got a fucking Jeep with fucking faggot scratched into the goddamn side and I gotta pay to have that shit fixed up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And I fucking know if I just kicked that motherfucker Rafael’s ass it wouldn’t have happened. But I pussied out cos I gotta stay outta prison and not draw attention and cause Raúl wouldn’t have fucking wanted me to. Fucking whatever.
So yeah I’m fucking pissed off.
I sat in the backyard for hours drinking and then I smashed fucking bottles at the side wall and Raúl was there the whole time trying to talk me down and I fucking ignored his ass. Didn’t wanna hear how to fix my car or none of that, I just wanted to be fucking mad. It ain’t even about what it says - I gotta pay to fix that shit and if I had just kicked Rafael's fucking ass it wouldn’t have happened.
It was real fucking late so Raul said we should get into bed but I just laid there fucking ranting while he wrapped his giraffe limbs around me and kissed my neck and my chest and arms until I’d calmed down enough to finally get to sleep. We just fucking cuddled and I woke up at one point and he was just standing in the back doorway staring out at the fucking yard, thinking and shit, I guess. Fuck knows what he was doing but I felt like a piece of shit anyways.
Fuck this honorable citizen fugitive shit. Fuck it.
Milkovich out!
