I just don't know what to say, men. Here's looking back at how everything started. What strated out wrong. I was hired underaged as a service crew. The rest was history. This picture, I don't even know where to begin. There's only three of us in my batch, Maureen at the counter, Rey for outside order deliveries, and me doing the beverages. We were like siblings, but you know how it is with siblings, relationships are assured, so after checking on one and the other you hang out with the rest. These guys were my senior, workbatch and age. In the months that followed i will have to be joined by another batch and more, but here was where I got my education. There's Ken, he taught me the ropes of the beverage department. Orange Brutus was our place for fried chicken and the bestest gravy I've tasted yet. It's long closed. The next guy is Nicky, mister gigolo, the strike anywhere guy. The guy below him, I forgot his name, probably because he was my first dose of competition, now I'm reminded of Ana, the management trainee. She's long gone. Hers was a tragic death. The girl in the middle I think her name is Joyce or something. No relation whatsoever. I don't know if it got any longer, probably... The two other girls, Marie and Dhalia. Marie I found out had her eyes on me who were best friends with Dhalia whom I hit it off with whom Ken my buddy was pursuing... It was from this particular point in time when I came of age, and the whole time this band on the radio painted our history, end of contract...
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