Bus Boys by Tika123love
If you've ever been a bus boy, you know how much it sucks.
I mean, it's not the worst job. I'd just rather be making money
by entertaining someone. I play the drums on the streets of
Manhattan. Since my father, Vincent, died in a car crash,
I've had to help my mother put food on the table. By being
a bus boy, of course.
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