I didn't like living here...
but I stayed because I didn't have another plan.
I had dreams, just no belief
I could ever realize them.
And in the meantime, I worked the
late shift at the Nite Owl.
Most of the customers are either gentrifying, try-hard dilettantes or braindead inbred rednecks.
Some men would stare and mutter disgusting things about me as I passed, others treated me like shit because they’d had a bad day.