by repulsewarrior » Thu Jan 07, 2016 5:10 am
...i was in my late twenties when 4 packs a day was fair. Some men took one pack and food, others worked for two. Day workers to me, homeless to others, spies, collecting rent (standing on the corner smoking those cigarettes all day waiting for the ones who were late in paying, so that i would know their routines, and i could catch them, even if it was three in the morning), shovel snow, sweep, take care of the winos in the building with absolutely no respect. Those were good days, i could live on about $1.75, (i lived the life of an ascetic, then) and i made about $100 a week, mind you i ate from what was refuse to others, good food, fresh food, tossed mostly for being ugly. I was as a janitor then (when not in school), where there was no lock on my door, and the first day at work i was given a sledge hammer to hold when answering it. They called me the cockroach king then, i took buildings that seemed impossible, and rid them of pests, animal, or human, or both, my room and board free for one year. I did a few buildings that way, i made good friends with men i will be glad to see again, and some of the worst, my fondest of memories from that building was the great cat in the lane-way, and Mrs. Tear who loved it as much as i did.
tsuk, you have a girlfriend?
...oh yes, that building infested with cockroaches since the end of the First World War, problem free when i left.