When I was eighteen, fresh out of high school in 1994, I got a job working at a full-service gas station and automotive shop. Overall, it was a great job for a young man and the lessons I learned there (up to, and including, how to potentially get away with murder) have generally served me … Continue reading Marley’s Discovery of Imagination
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Cunt
Back in the day, I worked as a pump jockey in a 24 hour full-service gas station. I worked with a pair of brothers who lived together for years in an odd and vaguely incestuous way. I became pretty close friends with the younger of the two, Travis. Eventually, the elder of the two, Marley, … Continue reading Cunt
On Tough Guys
I was terrorized by so-called tough guys for much of my younger life. In my elementary school days, it was not a problem. I was with the same kids right from first grade. I had my little circle, and my idiosyncrasies were accepted by my classmates. But I was in a French immersion elementary program … Continue reading On Tough Guys
Fun at the Gas Station
In the full-service gas station and automotive shop where I worked for ten years, we had the “Go Fuck Yourself” game. How you played was: you waited until a coworker was completely engrossed in a difficult task that was obviously pissing them off. Then, from a nice safe distance, you call out their name, like … Continue reading Fun at the Gas Station
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