So, we got on the subway.

It was pretty uneventful to be honest, other than this one weird guy who stumbled into the train all out of breath, and he accidentally bumped into someone before being pushed over. Got a good chuckle out of it, nothing more to say really.

I’m really thinking I should publish this journal as a book. Maybe that would make some money. But then again, there would be people saying I spent little to no time focusing on the orphanage. Look, here’s the thing: Why would I write about something I hate so much? I seriously don’t get it.

Eventually, the train arrived to some park. 

“Looks like we’re… somewhere new. May as well explore a bit, what do you think?” I said.

Rust agreed and we went off to walk around the park. There seemed to be a mall nearby, and signs directing towards a hotel not too terribly far from here. 

We decided we’d head to the mall to see if we could apply for a job, or something like that. When we entered, we immediately saw a merchandise shop called “Luck Bee’s.” It sounded boring, but we thought we could give it a try.

We were immediately met by some lady working at the store. Her name seemed to be Lola. I, being naturally brave and confident, decided to ask her what the best place to apply for a job would be.

“Excuse me, uhhhhhh, Lola?”

“Yes?” she asked.

“If a confident young man like myself were to apply for a job somewhere in this general area, what do you think would be the best one?”

She looked about as confused as one could possibly be.

“I mean, you could apply here. The store owner is in the back, but I could go get him for you.”

This was incredible! I could finally be able to make money and-

“No offense, but you do look a little short. We kinda need tall people working here so they can reach things on higher shelves.”

Her words hit me like a truck. I may be doomed. So, I asked her another question.

“Well, are there any places that would allow someone with my height to work there?”

“I’d love to help you out, but I really need to get back to work. I’m so sorry.” She looked like she meant it too.

“It’s okay. My friend and I will just keep looking.”

We went over to a nearby restaurant.

As soon as I entered, I noticed a lady working there. She looked like a cat with a flower in her hair, but she scratched out her name on her name tag.

“Uh… excuse me?” I walked up to her with less confidence than I had before.

“What would you like?”

“Are you guys, uh, looking for anyone else to work here?”

“Uhh, I don’t think we are right now, but I can get my manager n’ ask him.”

“Would you do that?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right back.”

So, we waited… and waited… and kept waiting… until she finally got back.

“Sorry, but we ain’t lookin’ for anyone new. Yer gonna have to go look somewher’ else.”

Okay, so it is over for me (at least for working in this mall).

“That’s okay,” I said “We can go look somewhere else.”

And so we… didn’t do that… at all.

We sat down at a nearby bench and talked.

“Do you think you’ll be getting a job anytime soon?” Rust asked me.

“Screw that. We can both get big in the music industry. It’ll be easy, right?”

“Not with how we are right now. I mean, look at us, Garet. We have no home, nothing to even make music with. How would we even do it?”

I thought about it.

“Well, we’ll be better off soon enough. There will be no need to worry.”

Plus, if all else fails, I can just sell this journal. Surely someone out there would want to hear my story.