Jukebox

I was in the attic today. Me and my family were about to move so I wanted to take one good look before we gave it all away. I was looking for anything valuable. Sure enough, I did. It was my great grandfather's journal. However, it was unfinished. I managed to sneak it out of my attic. Later that night, I read it. Kind of shocked me. The first day seemed normal, but it just went downhill from there. I wanted to share it with you guys.


 * ==March 17, 1967==

My name is Martin V. I'm currently working at a local resturant called The Black Eyed Pea. I kind of became friends with the owner, Tommy. Our resturant got quite alot of customers. We were even featured in the ABQ Journal a couple of times. It's a great job we have. One of the other employees mentioned getting a jukebox. Come to think of it, there is an auction coming up in a few days. Maybe they'll have a jukebox. Anyway, some argued that no one would use it. Most of us wanted the jukebox anyway. So they were outnumbered. We came to an agreement that we would have a juke box.


 * ==March 23, 1967==