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19 March, 2010

When Asked (Because I Quit My Day Job and Am Therefore Not A Real Man)

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P eople sometimes ask me am I happy. When I tell them they’re asking the wrong question they look at me strange or fall into an odd silence ...
27 October, 2009

Rusted Out Minotaurs and Other Mythological Creatures: Part 2 of 7

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W hen I got to the Graveyard the following morning, the first thing Bear asked me was if I brought my own tools. I showed him my tool box an...
21 October, 2009

Rusted Out Minotaurs and Other Mythological Creatures: Part 1 of 7

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“I t ain't a hard job,” Bear McGee said to me through his cigarette. “All you’re doing is taking things apart and organizing them int...
13 October, 2009

Dad’s Car -- Part 2 of 2

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O ctober rolled around and things at the car wash started to slow down. Saturdays were still sort of busy – as long as the sun was shining. ...
08 October, 2009

Dad’s Car -- Part 1 of 2

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M y first job was at a car wash. My job title was ‘Detailer’. When the cars came out of the automatic wash, I dried it by hand using a towe...
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