Friday, December 30, 2011

Life's Turn

Dear Life,

So you went and flexed your muscle and got me fired. Fired. Me! I'm the firer. I fired that job. Fired it I did with my pistol and one straight shot. BAM! I stopped showing up for work. Dismissed my firepower all over your face. Save yourself the walking papers, filling them out is more work than I ever did for you, Munkay.