I Quit.

So here's a little story about a boy who entered into a new job. He struggled and fought but found that it was not worth it. The company that gave him a health plan also took away so much of his natural happiness and free spirit. He didnt want to quit because then he'd lose him home, his freedom and his sense of presence. But when he met his ne boss, he looked him in the eye; somehow he knew this was not going to be a healthy realtionship. The new boss spoke the national language of corporate power; though he claimed to be an anarchist. The beast that he had to co work with called him names and tried to get him fired. He had no clue that a single office in bum fuck America could be so cruel. He had a choice - excel and rise in a job that he didnt give a shit about to begin with. Or fall and crumble bringing everyone down with him. Somewhere inside of him he felt his darkness arrive; that special place in all of us that we hide every day. We dont want to see it not listen to it but it's there. And it shows itself when we've been kicked down for so long. That anger longs to rise from the depths of the sea, and when it recieves one breath of air - that is all that it takes to give it a voice, show it some flesh and allow it to walk into the world you once treated as equal. But now you have to rise above it and sometimes it's required that you kick some ass along the way. To become emotionless is the only way to rise. This is my Jessica, my evil willow ... this is me saying ..... I QUIT.