Tonight someone told me that even though I don’t think so, I have moves.
All because I was getting real spiritual to Gangsta by Schoolboy Q.
I got off at six, but I only just now left the mall. The district mandated store-to-store recruiting is more like a “let’s see how fast Dustin can spend his check”-initiative.
The employees at the bookstore I get my coffee from don’t know my name, so they’ve all taken to calling me “Pretty Boy”.