A whole bucketful of awesome.

vmarinelli:

What’s sadder than this 1994 picture of me pregnant in a McDonald’s uniform? Perhaps the fact that I left without going back for my (desperately needed) last check. It’s a long story, set during the period in which my girlfriend and I were attempting to survive in a context “like witness protection - only without the protection.” At this time, we were simultaneously in legitimate danger (from one of her ex-pimps who was also a professed murderer), and in a constant state of overreaction to perceived dangers.

In short: I had to leave this stupid hateful job (as I’d had to leave other jobs) almost as quickly as I’d obtained it, due to safety concerns best left for the manuscript (my work-in-neverending-progress titled The Road to Hell).

But hey, I got this stupid picture out of it. And of course, some free, albeit shitty food. I’d gone hungry (as in, not eating whatosever, for days) at various points in the months before I became pregnant*, so I damn sure wasn’t in a position to turn down their craptastic hamburgers.

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* Involuntarily.

You sweet thing. How I wold love to read your story.