As someone currently residing, and working retail, in Georgia…
Hell is several floors above us. We are, at this point, the sub-basement of a sub-basement, and the only reason I know there’s lower to go is because I can hear Alabama getting louder with every “You’re startin’ to look like my sister”.
For the love of any pantheon willing to listen, let me crawl up to my demons before it gets much louder. They’re offering me sweet release at this point.
As someone currently residing, and working retail, in Georgia…
Hell is several floors above us. We are, at this point, the sub-basement of a sub-basement, and the only reason I know there’s lower to go is because I can hear Alabama getting louder with every “You’re startin’ to look like my sister”.
For the love of any pantheon willing to listen, let me crawl up to my demons before it gets much louder. They’re offering me sweet release at this point.