When I was in high school, there was a boy that passed away. I didn’t know him, nor really anyone in his family.
Then, this year, which is nearly 5 years later, I am becoming friends with his older brother.
His brother never talks about his passing away. I can barely find any clue that he had a brother, other than the photos and things his mother posts. I want to ask him questions. I know they used to be close. I can see him flinch when he wrecks a car in video games. I wonder if it is his dead little brother that makes him do that. I wonder what he thinks. I know he drinks sometimes, a lot of times really, and I often wonder why. I’m pretty sure the driver of the car that night was drunk… it is just never talked about.
I want to know, but I know I shouldn’t ask. Maybe one day, while we are talking, it will come up. I just hope he knows I care about him, and wonder what he thinks about now that his life was changed.
saw something on facebook that really pissed me off because I worked at McDonalds for three years.
I wonder what percentage of people arguing against a minimum wage hike have never worked a fucking minimum-wage job in their life is.
Or, y’know, they know a fucking thing about economics and realize that if you raise minimum wage it won’t fix a goddamned thing because prices will rise because we will have to pay people more to do those jobs. So, guess the fuck what, the people in those 15.00 dollar an hour jobs will go right fucking back to where they were when they were making 7.00 dollars an hour. And this is coming from someone that worked SERVERS wages, and guess what, there were nights I didn’t make JACK SHIT.
Maybe calling the people working minimum wage jobs dumbies isn’t right, but neither is acting like they’ve never worked a job like that. I have, and that is what inspired me to keep going to school and become something. Stop the cycle. Better yourself. Learn something. We all start low. It is up to ourselves to bring ourselves higher.
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