These were may days off. Two consecutive evenings spent on shift before being sent home due to it "being too slow." For the four hours I spent at work I made eight dollars in tips, hardly the kind of money needed to pay bills. The only upside to this situation was that it was slow, and it gave me time to think.
2012 was supposed to be "the future" filled with flying cars, at least according to The Jestsons and 1950s-60s science fiction. The future we got in place of the fantastic was basically a rerun of 1992. The US was pulling out of the east (it took ten years this time around), and the troops that were returning were greeted with almost the same level of civil unrest (although this time without the comfort of knowing they would receive health care or pension).
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