Ok, so a couple of weeks ago I got really drunk and ended up talking to this equally drunk american called Bryan. Bryan was lovely and had in his posession a rather sizeable bag of weed so we hit it off. He eventually gave me his number and told me to call him if I was still looking for work, I never got round to it on account of the fact that I was busily saving the world.
In desperation, I gave him a call today. No recollection whatsoever, que 30seconds repeating my name down the phone and a bright red face. Still, he said to call him back later on as he might know a few people-sound cunt.
I hate not having a job, but not as much as I hate having been here a month and feeling like I haven’t done anything yet
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A few big things happened yesterday; I paid my rent, assured my mam that I had a real job and then proceeded to lose said job. Fuck it, shit happens and people die. But it wasn’t all bad, I met a few characters and didn’t have to worry about getting time off to go to the zoo(SF Zoo is free on the first Wednesday of every month-result).
I celebrated by polishing off all the alcohol in the house and going to sleep fully clothed. I also brought the Urchin into the house, his first day was my last and he lives up the road. The guys only 18 but he moved here from Utah, by himself, to get away from some fairly heavy shit. He doesn’t know anyone in the city and I felt kinda sorry for him because the city can be lonely. Either way, we got gee-eyed at the kitchen table and talked about drugs…..fun!
Could be worse, I could have ended up with the pillowcase bandit;
The Pillowcase Bandit is this middle-aged guy who was working with us. He had a faint air of wiseguy about him which he backed up by admiting that he used to be a door to door salesman…..and telling me that he ‘knew people who knew people’ if I wanted a green card. Anyway, this is how he got the name. When he was 19 he was arrested for posession and then underwent some serious police harrassment as they tried to pin a series of burglaries on him. He gets really worked up telling this story but I think its fucking hillarious! The burglaries were being committed by a guy known as the pillowcase bandit because he stole a pillowcase from the house and dunked all the stuff into it
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