He noddled twice and than tried to simplify himself out of ambiquity.I asked my little brother whether he saw that.That of catching the spacebirds..A lonely bussiness..
Thats what my father does for living.He catches the spacebirds so they dont harm anyone, noone is willing to have some change nowadays.Everyone is so stucked into their routines, the statu quo.They are ready to pay if someone appears to avoid the thriller the adventure out of their lives.
Since the end of the fourth world war, it is like this.My father is a spacebird catcher, we all depend on his job .So far, i said, cause i found myself a new job on a skater shop.Where you can find dozen of skates, boards, cds, comic books, t-shirts, fancy shoes and all the cool stuff.The kind that will give you a unique kind of disattachment from others, the same kind your employee parents will hate of..

We call them quitters, when they hang out aroundthe shop just to pass their adolesence.But those who keep on visiting us, the pathetic crowd of those nerds, freaks, fragiles and weirdos, and all the cool people i really started dislikin them after entering this job.We are all fucking posers in the end.