i spent the night tossing and turning
half due to a very hot pepper which was playing games with my digestive system
nasty acidic games
and half due to the conversation i had in the bar
with a really big wheel in city politics
i was doing my thing
hanging at a bar, unemployed with my bro
he walks in, and we spoke
he seemed to like my ideas about playgrounds and rugby and tutoring
but thats his job i guess
to seem interested in people
so im gonna put a few ideas on paper and shoot them over to him
at the very least he can say, not right now
but it was wild thinking that the vague notions i have about jobs i wouldnt mind doing
seem to fit in with what the city needs right now
the rec centers are falling apart
they close them
so why not teach at youth risk some rehab
get them taking care of the turf, planting it, watering it whatever
light carpentry
and some tutoring and rugby thrown in the mix cuz its gotta be fun and different
and there is international money out there as grant
partner up with the police athletic league
synergy
put a teacher in there twice a week
have tutors/rugby coaches there every night
and each center could do things a little differently depending on the site
and the partner
many hands make light work
have a big rugby event every six months or so
start with 6,7,8th graders
ask them back to become the next round of tutors as they age and stay on the right track
make rugby such a cool thing that they have a desire to be a part of it for life
like i did
spread the rugby like a virus
infect the next generation
kids need something to do
and they like violence
and its a good outlet for aggression
healthy even
maybe this is what i smelled headed my way
yeah
im a psychic
like my ex boss the landscaper
he told me he knew i would screw him over one day
and that screwing took the form of workplace banter
i made fun of a guys teeshirt
it said fishtown
i know fishtown
thats still the place to go for meth and whores
and there wasnt any reference to it on the teeshirt
and i thought i was being amusing
making the day go by
bantering
busting balls
its what you do at work to take your mind off it
so fishtown boy complains to his buddy the psychic landscaper that i was being an asshole
and i was sat down in the office
and told i wasnt professional enough
that their business needed a level of professionalism that i wasnt meeting
i planted trees
laid brick
shoveled compost
the real thing was there was a vaction coming up
and the two bosses were taking 2 weeks in barbados
and had nothing for me to do really
and no inclination to trust me to represent them while they frolicked in the sun
but im glad they found the pretense they needed
they ran a very lean business
no room for an asshole in their organization
dude was a hothead anyway
one summer day he threw a bunch of shovels
before storming off in the pickup
cuz the kids in the program were slacking off
he kept calling them slackers in the blazing sun
as we transformed 2 trashstrewn inner-city lots into a garderns
you slackers
he'd say in the barbadian accent

they needed my degree to get the contract from the school district
but that money ran out
and the vacation was looming
and he knew id screw him
he knew it
he also knew about aliens and conspiracies
but he cooked the hell out of a seabass one night
i was the one that bought his pot for him
i was a model friggin employee
but you cant fool the psychic
hehehehehehehheheheheh