elimaygolden
Days, mornings really. Tinny radio blasting today's top hits, early nineties that was. Smell of doughnuts made me want to vomit, first job. Alone on I80, pumping jelly, till the truckers came in for coffee.
I did live out of one for quite a while. It simplified life, but furthered my terrible fashion taste. Three years later and I'm still trying learn how to dress myself.