I see the homeless, constantly with cups rattling, mumbling, bold stares and awkward exchanges, surly clerks, who honestly don't give a shit if you're polite or not to them; they are that far removed from humanity.
I see the reckless piece of shit who almost rammed his car into mine as he blew through a red. Young, drunk, and behind the wheel, I'm glad i don't have a gun or the new year would have started with a bang.
I see the year I've wasted at this job, this opportunity lost and time pushed forward. This excursion was healthy at one point, or at least a steppingstone; how did I end up underneath it?
I graduate in May, and may I put this kitchen behind me, strap on a tie, and try to do some good in the world.
What I can't see is who I've been, where I've gone, and how I got lost along the way. I feel like I'm living someone else's life-- I'm pretty sure I can do better than this.