My dreams have been spit on and stomped. I went to Joe Casablanca Agency today to get my prepaid headshots pictures taken (and by prepaid I mean already gave them my money) and it was aparrent that it was not what it was pretending to be like. I arrived to find only an empty warehouse-empty like my heart. They took my money and my dreams!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the worst is the fact that my father will have to work now extra hours at the meat packing plant to replace the extensively large amounts of money that i borrowed without his knowledge :(
A Haiku:
Crush-ed my dreams are
Joe Casablanca ate them
devoured like cake