Underground
It's Day One again. There are so many day ones before you finally get settled somewhere. This time it's day one back in the hell-hole I tried so hard to get out of, but sometimes you have to either just wither away or live well in a place that makes you not want to live at all.
The place is great until you move an object that's been stationary too long and the little ants, beetles or roaches shoot out from under it. There's only a handful of things in this world that can make me jump, but that's one of them.
I guess we all knew it'd happen eventually: I'm off to work for the family enterprise. It's hard blue collar work, but it pays the bills and then some. More than sitting in an open cubicle writing business articles ever would, I can guarantee that much.
My grandfather was so excited that he actually drove to town and bought me a harness and loaded it up. Him holding it up for me to slide into...shaking my hand afterward...I've never seen him smile so big at the sight of anything, really. It seemed to make his year, and I doubt I've seen him that affectionate about anything before or will again. I wonder if he realizes that I'm still going to go back to school the minute I can.
Dunkel will be my roommate now. We're different where it counts, but alike enough that hearing us talk it must not seem that way. One day in and we've already been asked if we were brothers. But, then, where it counts, we are.
It sucks knowing that you've only got a job and place to live because your family is more connected than any New York mafioso could ever dream of being, but at the same time it's great to know they give enough of a damn to try for you. The uncle I'll be working for doesn't sound too enthusiastic about it, but I have every intention of showing him I can be worth his time.
Thirty minutes to launch and I'm eating breakfast of my own accord for the first time in I couldn't say how long. I can't honestly even say that I know what exactly it is I'm going to be doing, but rest assured that if it requires a harness and hammer, you're going to be coming home tired.
I always hated the construction business -- all you see is perfectly good patches of land get turned into suburbias. But I'd rather be in the destruction business than have to serve one more fake bastard a goddamned bowl of soup. John Doe can make his own fucking Campbell's cream of chicken, this Johnny's on to better company.
Wish me luck. In the family underground you need all of it you can get.
The place is great until you move an object that's been stationary too long and the little ants, beetles or roaches shoot out from under it. There's only a handful of things in this world that can make me jump, but that's one of them.
I guess we all knew it'd happen eventually: I'm off to work for the family enterprise. It's hard blue collar work, but it pays the bills and then some. More than sitting in an open cubicle writing business articles ever would, I can guarantee that much.
My grandfather was so excited that he actually drove to town and bought me a harness and loaded it up. Him holding it up for me to slide into...shaking my hand afterward...I've never seen him smile so big at the sight of anything, really. It seemed to make his year, and I doubt I've seen him that affectionate about anything before or will again. I wonder if he realizes that I'm still going to go back to school the minute I can.
Dunkel will be my roommate now. We're different where it counts, but alike enough that hearing us talk it must not seem that way. One day in and we've already been asked if we were brothers. But, then, where it counts, we are.
It sucks knowing that you've only got a job and place to live because your family is more connected than any New York mafioso could ever dream of being, but at the same time it's great to know they give enough of a damn to try for you. The uncle I'll be working for doesn't sound too enthusiastic about it, but I have every intention of showing him I can be worth his time.
Thirty minutes to launch and I'm eating breakfast of my own accord for the first time in I couldn't say how long. I can't honestly even say that I know what exactly it is I'm going to be doing, but rest assured that if it requires a harness and hammer, you're going to be coming home tired.
I always hated the construction business -- all you see is perfectly good patches of land get turned into suburbias. But I'd rather be in the destruction business than have to serve one more fake bastard a goddamned bowl of soup. John Doe can make his own fucking Campbell's cream of chicken, this Johnny's on to better company.
Wish me luck. In the family underground you need all of it you can get.
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