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I grew up in the city

My father had a job at a company called screworks, they made screws.

He died at his machine. He dozed off under the threader. He was threaded to death. When they found him he was unrecognizable because his body was covered with ridges. He had a point at one end, and a slot at the top of his head.

He was buried on the hottest day of the year.

After the funeral, at the age of ten, I got a job at the electricity plant, I lit the candles.

Yes

They sold all the electricity they made. They had no electricity for their own power, they were ashamed and took out all the windows. This way no one would know there is no electricity in the electricity factory and the workers could work by candlelight in peace.





The city was a beacon at night and we were the ones who made it possible.

Then I got a job at a gas station

One night a man drove in backward because his headlights were broken. He had been driving by the light of his taillights all the way from Phoenix for hundreds of miles but when he tried to get out of the car his neck was so stiff he could not turn his head around and he was still looking over his right shoulder.

A minute later another man drove in with a car with only two front tires. The rear fender scraping on the pavement made a terrible noise. He told me he had two flats on the same day three months ago and had not got around to changing them. Luckily he had front-wheel drive. It wasn't too bad except the car was tilted back and he could not see over the front hood.



These two men had an accident at the filling station. They both got out of their cars. The man with the stiff neck could only talk to the other man with his back turned to the other man looking over his right shoulder.

The other man was insulted and screaming at the top of his lungs because of the sound of the scraping fender over months had caused him to lose much of his hearing.

The man looking backward could not understand why he was screaming.

Actually it was a small scrape, almost no damage.

They eventually ended up driving together in the same car.

A few years later they ended up sending me an invitation to their opening of a beauty salon in West Hollywood.

The Modern Drunkard