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A fifty dollar day!

Got up early — 8:45 is early for the unemployed, and most people would say I’m unemployed, but today I worked.

I washed someone’s car ($10), and the guy liked the sparkle so he asked me to clean the inside, too (another $10). Then I brought someone lunch from a restaurant that doesn’t do deliveries ($10). And tonight I’ll be working for Jose for three hours ($20). A fifty dollar day! If every day was fifty bucks, "anything legal" would be a smashing success.

Every day's not like today, though, so between the restaurant run and my evening with Jose, I flyered the Castro again, this time with my new, hopefully longer-lasting sticky flyers. Then I rode the L to the end of the line and back, stopping to flyer every laundromat and about twenty telephone poles.

When I checked my messages, the stickering and flyering had been rewarded with three phone inquiries. First, a woman who sounded suspiciously like Granny on The Beverly Hillbillies wanted us to collaborate on her autobiography, so she could sell it to Hollywood and make us both rich. She says she can’t write, so writing it would be my responsibility, but she'd tell me the stories. She’s never seen anything I’ve written except the “anything legal” flyers, so she was surprised when I answered her question, yes, gosh darn it, I think I can write. She offered no money up front, though, so I politely passed up my chance at Hollywood millions, at least for now. I might reconsider if she’ll fix me up with Ellie May.

By then I was tuckered, so the other two calls, I’ll call back tomorrow. At least they didn’t sound like hicks from Hooterville, so maybe a day's paid work will come from one or the other or both. For now, though, I’m weary from my day of working and walking, and drowsiness conquers all, so I’ll say good night, zine.

From Pathetic Life #10
Monday, March 6, 1995

This is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago, called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting things, so parental guidance is advised.

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