Work was horrible. The place was filled. Tattoos might just be even more looney than my last job. At least all I had to deal with at Hot Topic was a few too many teenagers that needed black and purple shirts for their group hangs.

Should I go grab the fireworks?

Well, there is that one dude I come to biweekly so I can confide in him my deepest, darkest, most depressing tales of my very existence.