NBS: 2; Tiff: 0

My first shift, I was up all night with a puking thirteen-year old, after chasing teenage boys out of closets and from under beds.

My second shift we had a fire alarm. For two hours. In the rain. And the kids started rumours about bomb threats.


This is what I did today when I got home from my other job.


















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I have no coherence, let alone eloquence to offer you today. Deal with it.