What is Needed:

   I'm ready for the Pikes Peak Amateur to be over.  I'm sick and tired of drunk golfers calling me "baby" or "bitch."  I come in two flavors, apparently.  This week has been a lot of killing people with kindness.  All in hopes of a decent tip.  No dear sir,  a quarter is not acceptable in this economy.  Maybe back in the twenties.  Yes dear sir, six dollars would be wonderful.
  It goes like this day in and day out.  Month after month, until November comes.  When they close the snack bar for the season.  I sure could use a steady career, but even the projected job availability is still piss poor.  Much like my attitude when I'm not faking it at work.  I'm sorry I've been such a grumpy bugger, but this isn't how I expected my life, seven months graduated, to be.  I'm on permanent spring break. But without the bikini-clad sluts, brobras, and liquor to accompany me into a drunken stupor.
  I'm tired of this life.  I want so much for it to be different.  I want to be famous. I want to change people.  I want to help people.  I want I want I want.  But maybe wanting isn't what's right.

Maybe it's what I need.
But I don't even know what that is anymore.