Somewhere Only We Know

Only We Know. NAME: Yulia Moon GOES BY: Yuli ; Maleficent BIRTHDAY: NOVEMBER 26, 1993 BIRTHPLACE: CALIFORNIA All I need in this life of sin is my twin.

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Mother Mary, I swear I wanna change

Dear Bubby,

I wasn’t thinking today and she got hurt. I have been gone too long. It is going to be hard to carry on not knowing these things. She is better at shutting me out, I guess. And, maybe it was my fault. Mommy thought it was best to separate us during my recovery. I should have fought it. But, I was physically weak. Now, I am strong. Oobie doo. Let’s get it.

-Wubba

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Here is my philosophy. Since we’re all going to die anyway, there’s no use in getting my panties twisted about everything. I do not have to justify everything that is me. I just have to believe what I believe and live how I believe and do that till I die.

Till the status unfold, if the good die young, please Lord let a bad girl die old.

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First Night [OPEN]

It hasn’t even been more than twenty-four hours and I am already standing in the open space of what is apparently my new job. My sister, Elli, got me this sweet little gig working as a waitress while she stays safe behind the bar, serving drinks to pre-gamed inebriated jerks and the conquests they are spying. It blows my mind, the idea of drinking before going to a bar or a club. What’s the point? Isn’t the point to hang out and get drunk? For that, if you do it at home before hand, why go out? It’s dangerous. It’s stupid. It’s probably something I will end up doing in a month or so. Does seem like me trying to fit in.

“When you take the orders, you go in the back and give them to the cooks on duty. Then you come out and you give em to whoever ordered. Do you understand what I am saying?”

Nope. Not really. My Korean is not the best and I am not familiar with this dialect honestly. I gathered all of ‘orders’, ‘cooks’, and ‘give em’. I suppose that is enough because I’ve been a waitress before. But, in a cafe and in a restaurant. Never in a bar. I nod though, sheepishly. I was told that my boss is a sucker for charity cases and even though my sister isn’t the best at Korean, her accent gets her a lot of customers. Again, bartender. I am a waitress. The bottom of the service food chain. Yes, lower than the clean up crew. Why? Because, they clean up after the food is served. I get to deal with bullshit if something that I didn’t even cook comes out wrong.

It isn’t long before the shift starts and bodies start piling in to sit at the tables. And, then it is my turn to sink or swim…my nerves are telling me to swim hard as fuck. But, I gather my nerves, look at Elli and smile, ready to fake all the joy I can to please your hungry ass. I saunter up to you, smile, bow and speak clearly and above the music.

“Welcome, my name is Yulia and I’ll be your waitress. What can I get you?”

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