So here I am, lovely wage slaving my ass off so the boyfriend can make some money before I ship him off to daddies house. I go to work every day, sling burgers, lie to customers and in general make my boss rich, get out of work, cause some trouble and go to sleep. What do I get EVERY FUCKING NIGHT? Spot light spot light spot light. Burn out my fucking eyes. Everyone loves that knock knock knock on the car window. "It's illegal to sleep in your car in greenville, you know this, yet you keep doing it." Oh sorry officer, take me home with you if sleeping in my car in a parking lot I have permission to be in from the manager bothers you. Why yes, I do know I need new tires. FUCK YOU ASSHOLE. I swear to god, if these fuckers bother us one more time I am getting out the posters. I am getting out the protest signs. I am getting out the bricks and the plastic gloves. I am getting out the spraypaint and the rage music and the gasoline. I am going to make those fuckers lives miserable. This is my town bitches. You will repeal your shitty law and I will not stop until you do. Illegal to be homeless? Lick my unwashed balls.