Broke[R]

Today, for the first time in many father and son history..i finally know where's my dad office at..the man has been working there for about 10 years[ i think ] and this is the first time i step foot in it..some son huh..

Anyway, today is technically the first day of getting the feel of what it's like to be a broker..Speaking of the name broker..it's absurd, can't they come up with better name..sounds like someone who enjoys breaking things for a living..or sounds like someone who is constantly on the edge of bankruptcy every moment..

Anyway, everyone in the office is middle age like about 30's or 50's old..me being only 21 in there feels like a small kids working in the President's white horse, serving under the red white blue flag. What I'm trying to say is feel like somewhere i don't quite belong..yet..kinda feels like i need to reach certain age before i can socialize with these people, not that there's anything wrong wit them..but just..would you rather hang out with your grandfather's friends or friends your age?

Hanging out with old folks is one thing..but to hang out with folks with cigarette is a different story, seems like almost everyone whom my father befriend with has a box of cigarette in their pocket..One day alone i have breathe in more smoke than ever before..i will hit the coffin box faster than of those people..it's "breathless"..

So anyway, i didn't do much today except follow my dad around town, learning houses and shops type, memorizing road's name..area..path..landlord..shit like that..Let see how this line of work will do for me..

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