Note: This happened again. My schedule was ruined this week because of my shift. I am sorry. The real chapter will be fixed in a few hours. You can have a sneak at the first chapter of my drafts.
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~Loud rock music playing….
Verse:
I had to grip my pride and head to the brothel,
Spent my last dime on an old hag whore.
Never felt this low, but I had to let go,
Man's gotta bust when the pressure starts to show.
Backup:
Just got my check, my July wages—
Spent it fast, like I'm tearing through pages.
Chorus:
It sucks to be a construction worker,
Hard hat on, but the grind keeps getting tougher.
Sweat and dust, no dreams to discover…
"La~ la~ la~ na~ nana~ dumdum~"
The hums and melody of a young man in his early thirties drifted through the air. Bobby was resting under a rickety shack, shielding himself from the relentless, scorching sun. His cheerful voice conveyed as he listened to his favorite countryside song, Bum Got Laid.
