Part 1
Dear Journal, It’s June 3rd, 1999, 11:05 A.M. I’m in my room, sitting at my desk as I write this. My name is Bruce Grimes, and I was born on April 30th, 1979. I currently live my dad and my sister; the latter’s name is Terra, and she’s three years younger than me. And not that really matters, but I’m also unemployed.
The first job I ever had was being a paper boy (I was twelve), but that didn’t last very long; it was for at least five weeks. When I was fifteen, my second job was delivering pizzas, but that didn’t last long either. And the reason was because I didn’t have my driver’s license yet.
As soon as I turned seventeen, my dad told me I should get another job.
I asked him, “What do you recommend?”
And he answered, “you could apply to a movie theater and see how that turns out.” After that, I took my old man’s advice and applied at a theater called Postal Cinema. And much to my surprise, it didn’t take long for me to hear back from the employers. The boss called and told me he wanted to do a job interview with. I then told my dad — and he said that I’m required to dress up; but of course, I was reluctant. The following day, he and I went suit shopping; Flander’s was the name of the store. Luckily for me, he let me pick out the outfit. The latter of which was a black jacket with slacks, a tie, and a white collared shirt underneath; a lot like what the Men in Black wore, minus the sunglasses. The following morning, I woke up at 9 A.M. and had to get showered and dressed. And after breakfast, I brushed my teeth and headed into to my dad’s car. Both he and my sister were already in the car, waiting for me.
