My place of employment

With my life finally back on track I ventured out into the world of employment. The first job opportunity that arose, was that of the world's oldest profession. All I can say is, I turned it down. Wandering the streets I happened across a small, family owned supermarket, called Wandering Bob's Emporium. They offered me the title of "Checkout Gentleman" in which I would have a fetching hat, of brilliant hues of purple and green. In total I worked about three hours at Wandering Bob's, the purchases made there were... Disturbing, to say the least. Orange juice was a popular choice among the young working families that frequented the establishment and I can safely say that I will never understand Orange Juice, it is a foreign concept to me. Eventually I snapped, when young boy, of about six, attempted to buy a large box of sponges. The sponge, that dastardly contraption, used in all sorts of nefarious capacities. Like, absorbing... liquids... like... orange juice and the blood of innocents. I ran around the store, throwing my enigmatic arms into the air, screaming: "You whores! YOU WHORES! You need not these things of which you buy! I can't take any more of this shit! I'm 'onna go get some coffee and a doughnut. Then I'm gonna skip town for a couple weeks. Maybe smoke strange substances." Then I ran out of the store, into the wild sunset.