the club and this city

This is really sort of a joke, this club. The owner is sort of weasel and he treats me like one. Whatever. He's givin me work and I'll do it.

All I know is I'm still pissed. I'm pissed about the people who I thought were my friends. I should have learned my lesson back in the neighborhood when I was a kid. I always gave people and chance and they just turned their back on me when it suited them.

I'll find myself doing it again with the new people here at the club. but I know it won't last. So I'll just keep my distance and do what I'm told. I'm just going to watch out for myself from now on. This city is big enough at least. That'll keep my busy enough.