Welcome to my world!
I’m old. I’m tired.
I’ve had a few squatters come through and it seems they never want to leave. The place wouldn’t pass a building inspection – the pelvic floor is all but ruined – and the neighbors are weird. I’ve been kicked, poked, prodded and generally abused by Boss-Lady and aliens alike.
I build a nice home and each month some bitch comes along and destroys it unless a squatter shows up before she does.
Just when I start getting used to the intruder the goons cut me open and pull the thing out of my once-cozy abode. Then they try to ‘fix’ me. <snort> I now sport a perma-smile, ‘Joker’-style. Cheese!
I hear them talking sometimes during their ‘private meetings’. There may be more.
I’m sad, and droopy. There’s nothing firm left on me.
There might be a labor dispute in the making; the working conditions are dismal and the pay is non-existent. Either that or I’ll swallow my pride and kiss-ass to the Boss-Lady. Whatever.
Look. It’s not pretty in here right now. Scars and vandalism will do that to you. I’m bitter. and cold. Somehow those squatters manage to warm up the place a bit.
Drink up ladies, it’s downhill from here!