That’s what I am. One of the Micro people. I’m surrounded by Micro People. Cigarette bums, Fast Food workers. Clerks that can’t afford to buy any of the stuff from the store they work in. I’m like a bug scrabbling around here, with the other bugs. Living out, our bug lives.
What’s gonna happen now? Trump want to waterboard my ass? Use me for target practice? I know.. I’m supposed to shit myself over the Chiefs.
But really. It isn’t so bad being a Micro Person. I eat good, sleep good. My joy is my computer. I like to write.