Jobs and Perks…
Taking on the mantle from Clifford Lee Sargent.
“One of the perks of my job is that you can day drink on a Wednesday afternoon and no one looks at you like you kicked their dog.”
— Mr. Better Than Food
Well, one of the perks of not having a regular job is that you can write about other people daydrinking on a Wednesday afternoon on a Monday morning and people may look at you like you’re a fuckin’ weirdo but you don’t give a rat’s ass.
But maybe YOU do ’cause you think they care.
But they really don’t, and you only think they do ’cause you’re insecure. ’Cause you’re a man constantly on his knees blowing a whole queue of people one-by-one, hungry for approval.
And people keep coming and this one is always the most significant one until the next one and you gotta focus on blowing right with complimentary licking every now and then.
And that’s you, maybe.
But why am I talking about you?
Anyways.
Chew on this — Last night, a really disturbing thought came to my mind:
If you pull away from your lover — the lover you have been hating all this while and pretending it’s love… if you pull away now, what do you do for the rest of your life?
