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"Where's G*** ?"
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Conversations
- Hits: 1994
The regulars all ask, and I try to explain..."The owner...and him...they decided it was time for him to go out into the world...the owner said to him...'here., my son,..take my Maserati...I filled it with gas for you...take my credit card...spend the money as you see fit...I have written the Pope, and received this dispensation for you...return whenever you are able or so inclined..."
Me and A*****, we are both weeping wishing it was us, leaving the family hearth to go into the world and find our fortunes...
The customers, wisely, laughing, they know, don't care, they know the story, they've seen or heard it time and time again...still they'll come back, the suffering and death of fools is their dinner...
Dumpster
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: People
- Hits: 2005
One of our regular customers, a Yosemite-Sam type character, retired millionaire philanthropist, long grey hair and mustache, is telling us about how he was walking through his neighborhood downtown when a homeless man popped his head out of a dumpster, took one look at him and said "Keep Away, This one's mine...". Which would have been my clue that it was time to get a haircut, but when you're rich you don't care...
Mani Del Merdre
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Miscellany
- Hits: 2516
And G, today, coming in to work, confronted by the owner, a customer complained, a dear friend of the owner, J***, G*** was rude, indifferent, clumsy, abrupt...
And it starts...the family-style Italian shouting, screaming match, A***** and I listen, it's insane, it takes me a moment or 2 to figure it out...
G*** leaves. G*** is now unemployed, he quit, the owner fired him, I've seen this show too many times before, it's boring...we're fucked. Fucked fucked fucked.
And throughout the afternoon we're treated to the owner's opinions of what an asshole G*** is, and he is, he's texting the owner, looking for a fight, he's texting J***, thanking him for losing his job for him...
I've got the benefit of all sides on this, G***, "Mani Del Merdre", dropping, breaking things whenever the owner is around, nervous, drunk at 6:00 PM, earlier if he worked the long day, popping out for a joint, hours spent sitting on his ass in the lobby texting his girlfriend, he wasn't making the best of impressions, but we all understand...
...and the bosses nephew is coming back, we're overstaffed, all of us were secretly hoping it would be one of us, sadly it was G***, the one who somehow or another most fit in here...
The day is extra long, we're waiting on the nephew from Italy now to replace him, the nephew assures us he's in no hurry to come back, he's seen the light...
Meanwhile, I've a daughter arriving, need a new vehicle, "pronto" as the Italians would say, and so I'm sticking it out, another month at least, but the writings on the wall...
Into the Wild...
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
- Category: Music
- Hits: 2241
Listening to Eddie Vedder - Into the Wild (Rise). Because it's cold and it's work and it's that time...the halfway point between all bills paid and summer, all moneys now will be invested towards the next years expedition, the last before inexplicable wealth and fortune overtake me, the last before I'm faced with the overwhelming responsibility of a lifetime's worth of indolence and free time, and the music, well, it's strangely apt...
It's not just about finding money, wealth, gold, diamonds, it's not at all about that, but it's easy enough to imagine, no, it's about finding peace and yourself...
And to hell with the ending, that's the chance you take, fair enough. But this is prospecting, this is living, this is life...
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