Wellllll...the time has come.
I need a job.
Every damn friend I have has a job now, so I have nobody to hang out with. Plus, not only do I need funding for Jacket Thief, but I gotta get money for Junior Prom and possibly a trip to Ireland. "Why don't you ask your parents, Brian?" They don't have any fucking money left. Dad's stuck working for the Morgan County School System (or as I call it, the Westborough Reprogramming Institute) and mom works her ass hard enough as it is. If i'd have given two tugs of a dead dog's cock about my life, I would've had one already. None of my siblings ever needed a job, and never got one until after HS, so i'll be the first Verchot in my immediate family to have a pre-HS career.
Hell, if i'd have given a two tugs about anything having to do with my career, I would've done better in school. It's hard to be grateful for anything when you're a teenager, considering your blood's pumped fed to you from an IV called Dad's wallet. For once in my life, I realize that I have to get my own heart to work and pump shit in my veins b/c dad's run out. I finally have to be considerate and make my own goddamn money instead of leech of my parents like a big fucking baby.
I've had that problem for a long time now. They say every teenager has a crisis in their lives where they realize they have to take responsibilities and consequences, where they realize they're not babies anymore and miss their childhood. I've cried many sleepless nights over this, and now I realize I have many more to cry on. I'm taking the first definite step from childhood to manhood (other than puberty). And it fucking sucks.