As he came into the room, his tatoos were standing out like a rose in a desert. Under the warm light, his skin was glowing. Clearly, many years of hard work under the sun cannot be hidden under his simple T-shirt. As he walked closer, the tatoos became more obvious and the pictures start to come alive. It's as alive as the owner. Perhaps as dead...
The talk began and how heavy the conversation it was. Before long, tears flowed. Voices begin to change and the atmosphere shifted. The tough has relented. Relented under the power of the Dollar. It all boils down to bread and butter. It has already been decided. A decision that was totally uncomfortable and in my opinion, uncalled for.
In anycase, what can one person do? The vote has been casted. I was called in. Called in to do escorting. Something that was tough. The walk was so long and the silence was so deafening. The tension - unbelievable. There's was real stress.
I thought of his kid, my heart grew soft. He thought of his daughter, tears flowed. I asked "What are your plans now?" He only replied "Plans, What plans? No plans." What can I do? He is just one of the many to come.
Today I'm glad that payday is in another 6 days' time.
Today, I know a man is made jobless.
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wah! tt's v v v v serious! i muz go and find you soon!
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