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It seemed to me that every person that passed me by had intricate and detailed knowledge of my actions in that booth.The feeling I got was a mixture of disgust and a sort of warmth brought on by the taboo and the risk of it all.My mother had slipped me a few bills without Dad knowing so I was going to be ok for a while, but I knew that I had to follow up on my promise to find a job soon or it would get brushed under the table if I procrastinated.Restaurants, work study, little shops down on the strip., you name it I just walked door to door and put in applications.Shortly, I came and fell back on the bed, spent and relieved. Being in the comforting, familiar surroundings of the f****y home brought back a feeling of normalcy for me.I spent a lot of time in my room reading or just watching TV or playing video games with my younger b*****r. Even though I was in my same room as I had been since c***dhood, and everyone welcomed me and treated me the same, there was a feeling in my heart that I was somehow a visitor; that my moving onto college had changed things. There wasn't a whole lot of conversation with my parents themselves, which was not in the least unusual.Most of the time he just sat back in his office doing god knows what.There were these little cameras all over the roof and you could just imagine him watching you working so you never really slacked off the whole way, but you didn't really try all that hard either.
The further away I got from the downtown area, the better I felt and more like my old self.
Father went on and on about his finances and how they couldn't just keep sending me money and just generally guilting me to death for even existing.
To get him to shut up, I told him that I would go out and look for a job first thing when I got back.
I think he was probably only like forty tops, there wasn't any gray hairs or anything, but when your going to college damn near everyone else looks like a grandpa to you.
He had kind of a ruddy face like he drank too much and a slight beer belly to match, but what do you expect from a guy that babysits k**s stocking shelves all night.