Saturday, January 18, 2014

Beginning, Middle and End.

Everyday get up early.
Everyday get done late, and then later.

The ride across the bridge is charged by whatever your day had in store for you.
I feel like I can remember every single job I ever did as an art handler.
I can ask my friends from work, and we can piece together a job at a time, weaving
jobs into days, weeks into years and the gaps get filled in with the bullshit
and jokes that make this job special.

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