The JC Penny bathroom is surreal I felt both safe and welcomed but out of place truly a timeless area quite possibly a liminal space outside of our understanding maybe even outside the physical laws of this reality anyway check this fresh cut
(Realizing i zoned out for 15 years and have a family now without noticing) (Realizing I never committed my beautiful child's name to memory) You - (forgetting if we have hogs or not but going with my gut feeling) Feed them hogs
As a big nigga you can’t just outright say yes when someone ask if you hungry you gotta say shit like “I’m a lil peckish” or “shit I could eat” but don’t smile while you say it
When I was 16 working in a hospital cafeteria, a 38-yr old a coworker named “Mike 7-4” slapped the shit outta me because I told my supervisor he was out back doing cocaine instead of helping me in the dish room.
This is where politicians need to be working.
A Sunday morning ain’t shit in most food service jobs. Work fast food on a Friday night after HS football. Or Deliver pizzas,
Put Trump a man down in a two-man dish room, with the front line beggin for clean plates while Mike 7-4 out back trying to buy Vicodin off the nurses in the cardiac wing. Dish room a sweat box. 300° steam coming off the machine and here come with Mr. Wallaby cussin because the silverware aint rolled yet. Bitch It ain’t rolled because my coworker is high sir . Whichever candidate Survive a shift with Mike 7-4 at the Healthsouth Rehab Hospital in Birmingham AND can find out why he added “7-4” to his name, Black male vote locked in I guarantee.