Cellphone alarm rings and I am like SHIT time to go to work again. I prepare myself mentally and physically as if I was going on a war everyday. I knew it was gonna be a long long day ahead. 10:30pm-7pm on 12 Street then 7:30pm-4:30am on 60th Street. That is how I rolled during my days in OC last summer. All that I had in mind was some more dollars. Every 2 weeks I would be glad to deposite my savings in the bank. Days pass by fast when you have such a summer. There were some nice unforgettable momeries too. For instance, gazing the sun as it comes up with its glorious rays out of the almighty Pacific ocean. Some bitter ones as well. Feeling lonely than ever. Talking to oneself, being best friends with oneself. Nobody to call my own. All alone where there weren't a single moment I could convince myself that I belonged there. A stupid alien wondering the streets of OC for mere dollars and short pleasures. And there was regular hardship at work. Standing all day all night. Feeling miserable on own situation... missing love of mom... :( There is something very lonely about OC...