I Am Not a 7-Eleven
She has a pack of raspberry pop tarts and apple juice box for breakfast. Last night was a bitch. (One client, no tip.) Even worse, she’s on a double shift. Hopefully A** will let her order from the greasy spoon next to the massage parlour. She could do with some grease. One adapts to upside-down days. Working from 3 AM to 7 PM starts to make weird sense, like it’s everyone else who’s backwards, and it’s only these rare, enlightened beings who get it. Supply and demand is 24/7. It doesn’t matter if it’s 8 or 3 or 5, PM,