well, i was working out in my garrage and this pest guy came around
The land lord, got them here two old fat guys carrying these tanks with them spraying and shooting everything, i sat there with techo music blarring away in the background drinking coffee,
"how many houses are ya gonna shoot today?" i ask the guy, " oh about nine or so, but man today is tuff, we had a a bug convention last night and we are hurt'n today" oh yea i know the feeling, ,.,
no wait i don't i don't go to work ,. ., if i am hung over i just sleep late?
It sorta reminded me once when i was working at this house we did a make over and these guys came in to redo the floors, this one guy, man he was pathic some real old fat hairy beeared hippy type, like an ol' Austin hippy type, condemned to manual labor to match the excess years of partying and chillin ., me and dan started asking the guy these questions about how hard it was to to do this job ., while he was hauling in all the equipment, , he had this sorta whinny complanitive side and enjoyed the drama of his sufferings, i would have swore it must have been a comedy bit this guy was pulling on us as he explanied that even when he is off work he can tast the lacor thinner and his hands were nubb form years of hold the buffing machien,.,it went on and on,.., good God.,
the two guys shooting the house for bugs, welli told them yea we have rats to they hang out on the roof, , "yeap "
if you have any dog food out they will wait and com and eat it all thay love dog food"
I have been hanging out with this one artist, K Klien, a sculptor real ruff kinda guy,. an grizzled old bronze castor, he was giving me and richie lectures on what its gonna take to make it as an artist,.