Past Life

I remember my past life, when I worked in the motor trade as an apprentice when I fuckin’ hated it, being told what to do and finding my aptitude aint for that crap job. Next in the bakery, a decade there did my army time making cakes and putting cherries on them. There were some numpties and numb nuts there; I bet the fuckers think the same of me. How I got thru that time, wash your hands, put your hairnet over your ears, do this, do that! Had enough, quit my job and did things Nick’s way. My writing filtering thru, slow success giving me a goal to aim for. Yes, I know I can do it.