like a frisky puppy not yet wise to the whole concept of a leasH
life yanked hard at me again this weeK
a poor metaphor in that I am an old doG
steadfastly refusing all manner of treat or enticement held in front of my nosE
new tricks unlearned due to stubbornesS
reluctantly performing the same old trickS
like scrambling for renT
stringing along the utilitieS
asking strangers for work on pieces of paper that no one will ever look aT

I actually am quite friskily looking forward to any joB
maybe ill have less than 7 w-2 forms next year at tax timE
i can feel a job, smell it in the air with my finely developed canine nosE
i just dont know what ill be doinG

the best job i ever had was one summer off from college taking and developing blueprints on microfilM
it was in a barn three miles from my homE
they mostly left me alonE
id get dropped off and then run home, sometimes taking the long way when i felt paricularly enegetiC
sometimes my fitness regimen would be interrupted halfway home or so when a girl who worked there would pull up and whistle at me and ask me if i wanted to get higH
talk about your no brainerS
she was the girl of a guy who lived up the hill from mE
a partieR
he beat me up one time after school, but i got him back ten years later by boning his girl in the backseat of her car after work two or three times a weeK
it got pretty tight in the back seat so the hood was also put into usE
what made it my best job was the time i lured her into the darkroom, turned the little red light on and coupled on the linoleum flooR
yes, i was paid for having seX
and at work sex is one of the best ways to spend your working daY
drunk or high at work is fun, but you worry about various smells on you and whether anyone knows or noticeS
quitting a job is the best, the last day before vacation is second, sex on the job is third then payday then being high or drunk and then in fifth place is the daily miracle of quitting time, followed closely by sleeping on the job and then right after that the satisfaction of doing a job well and the pride that wells in your chest as you enrich your corporate masters and economic betters thru your labors, serving as a vital cog in the glorious machine called commercE
"FRESH RAW HONEY!"
is what i would call to the crowd when i worked for clifford sunflower the beekeeper at a farmers marker on friday and saturday afternoonS
id say this as i stared and smiled at pretty girls walking by our stand, trying to make them notice my boyish charmS
and now i am beat and feeling olD
rugby with the youngsters has tired this old dog ouT
i like to run into them and throw the occaisional elboW
and it feels good whilst playing, but the knnes are creaky, the joints protestinG
and i aint that old yeT
what kind of idiot abuses his body like i have for twenty years with no tangible reward except the knowledge that you were a dominant physical presence on a field full of alpha maleS
the knowledge that you were partially responsible for the victory and the pains they will experience as their bruised bodies heal, bruises you cheerfully provided, free of chargE
i always was a giveR
oh good a tampon aD
on the tv and i can feel my brain dyinG
i must turn off the idoit box and go sleeP
say g'nite graciE