a little space i call my own

two people one stopped heartbeat...

the man thought to himself, "yes, i've done my part. this two parties get along well. my job is done"
as he fold his arms and walked off, someone taps on his back,
"err, i'm sorry. would you mind giving a hand before you leave?"
the beautiful lady spoke, pointing to the rubbish that's everywhere...

"how much are you paid for all the hard work that you put in?"
asks the charming lady to the so-very-well-artistic artist.
"a couple of hundreds for this drawing. and how may i help you?"
"i see that you need someone to pose for you. pay me twice the amount people pay you."
"alright. remove all your clothes and sit over there on the couch. you'll get twice of what i get. for the same number of hours i worked." *grins*
the lady removes her clothes...

first week of the holidays going to be gone. this period of the holiday working. not a good experience so far. lost the stamina and everything. couldn't focus and everything. and basically, that's it. rotten luck.

need to find other sources of income. betting. and all sorts of other things. trying to cut down on the expenses. although it seems to be burning right through the leather.

that's it.

no more.

keeping track of scores.

good bye.

don't put me in the middle, either the best or the worst...