"You know why these kids have jobs? Because they suck the right dick or bend over for the right dick."
Just one of the truth bombs dropped upon me by the balls-naked 56 year-old-man in the locker room of my local gym. Well, it used to be my local gym until I moved. Now it's my 20-minutes-on-the-2-train gym. Like I didn't have a hard enough time finding motivation to get there.
Regardless, one of the interesting things about the crappy economy is that it allows strangers to get into conversations about how bad they have it with one another. I don't pretend to be well traveled, so I don't know how it is in your hoods, but in New York City, people only speak to each other to ask for directions or money..sometimes sex, but mostly money.
I forget what the context was but this dude and I start talking and while I'm speaking of my plight, (working a part time, freelancing, and scraping whatever I can from unemployment...impressed, ladies?) he strips down bare-assed and proceeds to simply hold the towel in his hand while talking to me. Why wouldn't you wrap that around your waist, if for no other reason than to free up your hands?
Anyway, while looking up and to the left the whole time I did hear enough to understand the guy's situation. Three degrees, former writer for a local paper which tanked, and miffed about going on job interviews where kids old enough to be his "judge him."
And that's when he blew Confucius out of the water and told me that the reason people have jobs is because of their luck concerning fellatio and/or sodomy. I see his point...I mean, I work (part time) at a place where nepotism and cronyism is so widely practiced and accepted that it's become a long-running joke. One day one of my co-workers spun around in her chair and casually asked, "so who did you know to get this job?" After I heard that I blacked out a little and came to with four people trying to pry my fingers from her neck.
I don't have that much pride..I don't mind people "judging me" in an interview, but I'm afraid I do have a rather over-active gag reflex. So I'm thinking it'll be some time before I find the dick that's right for me. In the meantime gotta keep working hard on the things and for the people that you care about. Money's fun and it'll come eventually, but it's not all that important. I like living in my studio, it's comfy and I only got one ass, which can only sit down in one room anyway.
We all do stuff we're not particularly proud of while we wait for the world to shine it's love down upon us. Hell, check this out. That's right, kiddos. That's young Trent Reznor on keyboards for some new age horseshit on AM Cleveland. The guy had to eat while writing Pretty Hate Machine so he took the job when it was offered. Do I think he was taking dick working with Slam Bamboo (ironic name for a conversation about taking dick)? No, he was working hard. If it's good enough for 2 time Grammy and newly crowned Golden Globe winner Trent Reznor, you aren't above doing what you have to to get by. PS..Reznor also worked as the janitor for the studio he used.
I saw an old interview with Leona Helmsley, for those of you who don't know her she was a raging twat that had enough money to buy the moon, prided herself on being a horrid employer, and went away for tax evasion, saying "only little people pay taxes." Sure, maybe her dick never wanted for mouth or ass, but not one person on the planet stepped up to be her character witness during her trial. When she told John Tesh that she had never been happy in a 1993 interview, I believed it.
Anyway, that's all I got for now. Poems will be posted every Friday until I run out of them. Till next time, keep your head up and towel around your waist.