Skylar Morris
New member
I didn't know what to think, or say when I saw her walking down the cereal isle. So I yelled my social security card number. To me it was the ultimate I trust you enough to give you my American labeled identity away. To her, I was nuts, but funny. We talked, I promised I'd send flowers. She just giggled, and said "ok I'll be waiting." I never did send those flowers. Instead, I just did what I do best, scramble among my life worrying about the world coming to an end. I'm a Volunteer fire fighter working at a crummy minimum wage job stocking shelves for a company called Fred Meyers. Fred Meyers, what a joke. Why would you name a business after your name, just goes to show how un-original your imagination can be. That goes to you too Mr. Big ol'Walmart. When I was 18 I joined the fire department to be cool. I ended up becoming a depressed 21 year old, looking at the world as a victim. In the fire service I've seen a lot of bad stuff. I've seen children shot, people cut in half, burned, smashed against windshields etc... All I wanted was to get laid, but laid against the wall of reality is what I was really handed. This is my story of a young 21 year old kid that talks to much.