experience one.... IDOIT!

taking a lillte breather from this hard, tedious, and stranious work of cleaning these old, cold and dusty orange steel bays of home depot and facing these 30lb. cases of tile so that the isle looks presentabe and pleasing to the eyes of my superiors, i reach into my pocket to pull out my psp to check the time. 2:03 is what it read. returning the scratched up psp back into lent filled pocket, i think to myself "only bout 40 mintues left and im free.... free to satisfy this monstetious appitite of mine!'' time goes my and i help a few customers here and there till that fatefull time....
ahhh.... i cant take it anymore!! i think to myself. unable to wait the whole 40 minutes, i give in to my appitite. the way i feel right now can only be best described by one of my favorite artist Drag-On, line from one of his old songs. this is what he said. " im so hungry, my chest starvin!! which describes how he feels in a certain finacial situation. the streets dont have any work for him basically and he needs money real bad... anyways...i give i to the hunger. but before i clock out, i go and find my dawg or shall i say my big dawg. at a hight of about 5'10'' and weighing in aroung about 300 pounds of coolness, my big dawg charles aka dollarbill. when i find him i ask him if he knew where a wendys was and if yeah, could he tell me. tricking me, he says nope and walks of a couple of steps ahead of me as i stopped dead in my own foot tracts stunned by his answer as my hopes for three delicious chicken crispy sandwhiches &five peices nuggets fades away into the darkness of the furthes reaches of my mind as i hang my head low with my bottom lip sticking out. then out of no where i hear a low chuckle coming from a few steps ahead of me. i glance up to find that dollarbill was laughing at me. then he says to me lil man, you ignant, in that southern hood slang, of course i know where one is. there is one just right down the street. after hearing that, i instantly im filled with that hope that was once lost to the furthest reaches of my mind. and not only did he tell me where it was, he even offered to pay for my meal if i bring him something back. so i take his order bump into my department head and take her order and rushed to the break room to embark on my great journey to feed this raging storm inside of me and calm it down. i burst through heavy wooden break room door into the a desolated breakroom. i quickly. punch in my id number into the old and outdated punch clock that has about four of its rubber numbers missing. burst right through the door again. i take off jogging from the back of the store to the front intrance with a great big smile on my face, which could only be described as the classic cool aid smile.
breaking through the front entrance as if i were held captive and is now breaking free, i began to hunt for my car. i walk to where i usually park my car only to find that it was not there. i began to panic. my heart races... i began to pant rapidly in the cold weather. beads of sweat began to form on my forhead. then i get this heavy feeling in my gut, which then disables all of my movement. all i could do is just stand there ifrozen and blink my eyes and try to figure out why my car isnt where i thought it was supposed to be.... then in a flash it hits me... it hits me soo hard that i instantly become far more than just depressed. and i say to my self....." YOU DUMB ASS....DID YOU FORGET, YOU LET YOUR COUSIN DROP YOU OFF THIS MORNING. AND FOR APROXIMATLY 5 AND A HALF HOUR, YOU SAT HERE AND PLOTTED OUT WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO EAT AND YOU FORGOT TO INCLUDE A VEHICLE IN THE PLOT??? IDIOT!!!!