On a night like any other night, work seemed the same I went to work as a maid to the houses near the volcano. I travel down the side of the street because I don’t have a car I lost it in the divorce with my ex-husband. On the other hand, the view is so nice at night and it makes me feel good inside, but this night I wasn't feeling good like I usually do maybe I'm not feeling good today all I really know is I have to go to my crappy job for a dollar and some change. For I can go home and eat cat food I don’t even have a damn cat! I wish I could eat real food, why me, why did he leave for I can live this miserable life in peace wait is that what I think it is? Oh no, there goes
