cheap rent

Twenty-seven

three cats and flatmates

cheap rent

cheap beer

cheap weed

kids, no customers

easy money

high at work

shift starts at eleven

I show up late

and paranoid

the coworkers missed me

they make me coffee

I hit the snus

pretty hard

they ask me how I’ve been

The kids arrive

I do my shit

explain the wars to five-year-olds

it never works

they’re way too loud

thirty minute nap on break

back to work

we hit the park

but coffee first

I eat some snacks

and by the time

it’s six o’ clock

I smoke my way back home