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tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
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August 20, 2010

That’s probably the last time J Stew will work for me. He hates when I leave him alone on a job and he hates when I work with him because I criticize his performance.
The old boy will be back at Berkeley soon and won’t have time for running around the city jackassing heavy furniture up and down stairs.
There’s something weighing heavy on my mind, and that’s selling off two of my trucks. Especially the bearded lady, my Ford F250. It’s like we went into business together, right from the start she was with me, pulling garbage, carrying boxes, complaining and quitting just as much as J Stew. But she needs to retire. Where does a bearded lady go when she can’t work anymore? Rusty Sunshine says to sell her to Locke. Keep her in the family. I hate to do it, but this week is her last as a city truck.

1 Comment

  1. quit being so sensitive.

    Comment by J Stew — August 22, 2010 @ 6:28 pm

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