47 “Excuse me, sir, he said, but where can I find the pudding?”

Says:

“Excuse me, sir, he said, but where can I find the pudding?”

I grunt before turning around and slugging the guy. Hard. I didn’t like this job anyway. I never wanted to work in a supermarket. That was my father’s dream. He trained day and night for it, but was never accepted. I was supposed to make up for his failure.

But not anymore. Never again. From this day on, I will be my own man. Not my father’s. I won’t do what he says anymore. I refuse. I’m not following him. It’s my dreams now. My way or the highway. No. Not again. Ever.

I will become what I’d always truly hoped for. The artiste that I truly am. A construction worker.