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| The Bottom of the Food Chain (Part One) | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 27 2009, 04:23 PM (147 Views) | |
| Post #1 Aug 27 2009, 04:23 PM | Joe E. Holman |
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The Bottom of the Food Chain (Part One) That I was a “loser magnet” in high school is a fact as certain as any other in the universe. Call it an unfairly critical relative self-assessment if you want. I know the truth. I had the honor of getting in good with some gargantuan losers over the years. I look back on it now, and it is both a humorous and humbling thought. Just after the Nico era, I was facing the completion of high school. The summer of ’92 was ending. This brought me to senior year. It would have been one of my best had I not had the crap knocked out of me literally at mid-term in a bus boxing match with a mean Irish kid who happened to get the better of me, but that’s a story all its own. The summer wasn’t yet over. I was young and got caught up like so many young and dumb kids do into the door-to-door sales routine. I needed a job, and so I got one. The job was selling Kirby vacuum cleaners, and I sucked at it. In case you’re wondering how I got it, I went into an office where a guy ten years older than me was sitting. He told me to hang in there and that if I kept talking to people, I’d be making a thousand a week in no time. He promised and I bought into it. I found out the hard way exactly how dumb I was. Just wait until you have a couple doors slammed in your face… “If I could have a moment of your time, ma’am, I’d like to demonstrate how to make your home cleaning easier. Do you vacuum [cluck-clunk]…a lot?” ☹ And then there were the Asian people who threatened to loose their dogs on me. I once had the police called on me for being a solicitor. I made it away before they got there. I figured, shit, staying home and masturbating to freeze-frame images of naked women from R-rated movies was better than this. Hell, I could be watching Terminator! Having no job was a lot better than this, even if that meant I had no independence. But my quitting didn’t happen fast enough. I couldn’t quit before being put in touch with another fellow who quit, being equally disappointed. I still remember that scrawny silver touring van and it being filled with other kids who had no lives. It was a loser’s experience. The guy who recruited us and delivered us in the van managed... http://joeholmansblog.blogspot.com/2009/08/bottom-of-food-chain-part-one.html |
 
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| Post #2 Sep 12 2009, 12:10 AM | Bonzolee |
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This series is one of my favorites that you do, if I haven't yet mentioned it. Your prose just fits the material perfectly, and it doesn't hurt that the stories are quite good. |
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"Brain disorders, like madness, are themselves contagious. The frequency of madness among doctors who are specialists for the mad is notorious." – Gustave Le Bon "The fact that audiences would rather go to Wonderland than face Iraq speaks volumes." – Random Youtube Poster | |
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