Waking up on the couch, The sun in my eyes. It was bright enough to make it hard to get back to sleep. Groaning I had rolled my way out of the couch. My place was mostly empty besides the worn couch, dresser and a coffee table. Being I mostly spent my free time outside of the house. I had nothing to fill the studio apartment. Taking my shirt off, to reveal a well shaped chest. I threw a new shirt on a black 3 draw dresser. Opening the top draw I had grabbed the first shirt on top which was a black shirt with a green skull with its mouth open in it. My pants were still fine to wear. As they had just been worn a couple days. Running water though my short light brown hair. I was ready to start work.<br/><br/>My first day at my new job was in a hour. I had gotten hired shortly after being in jail. But its was at the bar that I had not went regularly went to. Though it wasn't close to my house. I still had time to walk to work at a regular pace. I had to get a new pack of cigarettes, on my way to work. I had smoked all my cigarettes last night dealing with the guys. I have given the thought about leaving the guys for a stress less life. But I have them as a kind of friends. Since we all were locked up at some point together. Simon was put in before I had last time. While the others were in at different times that I was locked up. Arriving at my new job, they had started me out on line cook. As they had no other line cook. I had to start at noon. Orders were shouted to me, slowly through the day. But the orders started to increase as the day continued.