Her Great-Great-Granddad: A Slave Owner. Mine, Fled Hitler

Around 4am, the rush was finally over. My coworker and I walked outside and sat leaning against the restaurant wall as we do every night after the rush. We ripped on our vapes as we gossiped our frustrations of the night and laughed at the “you can’t make this shit up” stories.

You Can’t Make This Shit Up Stories