Bouvre

Anywhere in the PNW, it seems

Walk into a thread and the whole thing blows up. You make it lit, you make it hot You make the joint POP

Skate AND die

Some breed of hipsters do mullets

Unless you live in a hipster hub

Washington State Also something that happens here p regularly. The meth usage. Not so much the specific moment in a convenience store

Music's a weird process, creatively. With songwriting, I've heard some call it poetry put to music but it's way too reductive to be true. The music and lyrics are always in conversation, and so writing the lyrics first without music can feel frustrating and often uninspired.

It was me, the cashier, and a middle aged man sporting a mullet shaved on the sides. I beelined for the energy drink fridge, grabbed my drink. By the time I returned to the counter, Mullet was gone, but as I was cashing out, I noticed a weed dispensary pre-roll. I picked it up and showed it to the clerk, whose eyes went wide at the prize. "Rad!" he said. He opened the container and peeked inside. His face fell to something half disappointed, half concerned. "This is meth" He pulled out two crystals sealed in a small bag. The two of us stood awkwardly. His first customer was a methhead who was sure to storm back in for his stash, and I had to go to work. Unsure what to do, I slowly moved toward the door, wishing his day be even more interesting than this particular incident, and to maybe call the cops and wash his hands.

Should also mention I do all that paid work while wearing cute outfits.

I am in food service primarily as cashier and manager, so it typically involves solving grievances and making sure everybody's on task, while also preparing food and handling the highest volume of customer interaction. It would be an okay job if it paid a living wage, though here the local businesses pay better than others elsewhere, so it could be much worse. Outside of work, I make music and write, play video games, watch a lot of movies, and cycle. And drink. I drink too much.

I'm just trying to get my novel published and find a job that offers at least modest financial stability.

Punch Drunk Love Sorry To Bother You Primer Stalker (Tarkovsky) Wait Until Dark Cache Picnic at Hanging Rock Dead Man The Good, The Bad, The Weird Poetry (Lee Chang-dong) Ikiru The Band's Visit The Night is Short, Walk on Girl Repo Man (1984) Tangerine

Healing of what, I'll never know, but before I watch that I'll watch P.S. Hoffman in Synecdoche, New York

I say I can't watch it, but will this coming Monday, because in its own awful way, it's the movie I need.

You should totally write it!

American Werewolf In London

Former fugitives. My family members did their time. Mostly.

Can confirm

Boss!