There’s this particular customer that comes in and stays for 4-6hours just walking around. No joke. And generally I wouldn’t care about that if he didn’t look and acted really creepy. He reminded me of the time I was caught in the middle of a Pedophile’s world. Before I go on, no I wasn’t molested or touched or anything like that. Well anyways, back in 4^th grade, I would walk to the library and stay there until my mom came to pick me up after work. I soon noticed this medium toned man with black beard and mustache walk through bookshelves near me. I wouldn’t mind, since not only was I young, but it was a library; and for all I knew, he could be stuck on which book he wanted. But one day, I would hear grunting and moaning from him 2 bookshelves behind me. And I can’t remember how long this “masturbating-behind-bookshelves-near-Yoly” happened, but I know it was a couple of times. Once I saw his penis through some books, and I finally told my mom and stepfather. They called the library, and it turns out he was a well-known Pedophile that had a bad record. He was sent to jail after they caught him… again. Like I was saying at the beginning, this weird customer at work started touching himself, and it just brought me back to bad memories.

And my birthday was this Tuesday (the 13^th). Like every birthday I’ve had, this one didn’t matter. Best thing that happened that day:  I worked and will get paid… woot. Worst thing:  lost another one; but its all good.

That’s all I can care to write about. Plus, I’m tired and I’m watching my TV shows. Haha. Anyways, I might write more tomorrow since I’m free… nish.

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