REPOST "I lost it all at the Bluegrass Grill" ends tonight

My first job was at the Bluegrass Grill and I tried hard to make it a success. I did ok as long as I was car hopping in the lot, but naturally clumsy people should never even be in the same room with furniture and glass.

My heart shattered into a million pieces when I lost my tips that night. After that, I just mostly hung out in my boyfriend's pink Lincoln, listening to Ricky Nelson and smoking cigarettes. That pink Lincoln had power seats that leaned waaaaay back. That's how I lost the change in my pockets.

 Its been me living by my wits ever since.