Garoo

There’s an epidemy of Smart cars (not smart cars, I hope you understand me) close to my place, on the way to the train station. Decorated Smarts, advertising Smarts…
I’m scared.

And what were all those people doing on my bus, and on my train, at 6 pm on a Sunday in July? It was not only Sunday, and July, but it was 6 pm! Which means it was too late to go out, and too early to go back home, considering the weather was nice and the sun had been missing for the whole past week. And why was I there? But I live a life opposite from everybody else’s, so I’m precisely supposed to be alone in the bus and subway. The world isn’t turning round these days. As it happens, maybe I’m gonna earn money now. Can you imagine? No, me neither.
But still. I’m scared.

By the way, since it worked for the karaoke night, and I only had to repeat myself a couple of times in order to get invited, could it work the same way from job and/or money? If I ask again for someone to give me money, in exchange (or not) for some kind of graphics work, would it have any kind of chance to be successful?
I’m… scared.