me sitting at my bench and sentencing retard after retard to jump into the fire pit without hearing their cases. as the music fades, the camera slowly zooms in on me toasting a matshmallow over the flames. I give myself a wise nod. "you've done good larkin. you've done good."
Working at my desk, taking an occasional smoke break, searching for a decent podcast to listen to with a slightly irritated expression on my face, lighthearted small talk/banter with coworkers while REM’s “Try Not to Breathe” plays in the background