I work at the 7-11, that's how I get all my pay. Sometimes I work all the night, sometimes I work all the day. I sell junk to all of my friends, I sell almost everything. Pizza pies and chicken pies, even eraseable pens. I'm just an average guy, every day I risk my life. Please don't k** me tonight, there's only a twenty in the register, alright? Strange things happen to me every day, my boss says you just learn to say: all I do is wait and wait and pray: "will I make it through another hectic day?" Every hour I super sceme my life, my parents wondering if I was raised up right. I got three cameras to film the bloody sight of people who may just murder me tonight. My work also has it's benefits, I get to watch people fit all that they can fit into their coats and pockets with hand because no one is afraid of the 7-11 man. Cokes, jelly beans, and bagels so right, eating packs of chewing gum all through the night. Six more hours the sun will rise and I'm just a working man who wants to survive.