May 18, 2011

I’ve written before that I’ll never blog about my night job because I don’t want to get dooced and have to try and find another one. A lot of you don’t even know what I do to pay my rent and bills. Let’s just say what I do is about a half a step above a shit-shoveler, although on bad nights it can be a step below. When I came in, today I thought that due to a job we had to get out, I thought I was going to be stuck here till around six in the morning. But things happened and now I’m getting ready to go and it’s around 12:30 in the morning. And I’m dog-tired.

I could just say, “Fuck it,” go home and put up a couple videos or something, but I feel I owe it to you good people that come here and read this everyday to at least go out and try. So that’s exactly what I’m going to do, go out and try. Let’s see where the night leads this weary soul.

And here we go. It rained earlier and it's a chilly night for a mid-May evening/morning.

The sign says: "Walk this way," so I do.

Must...cross...street...

How odd, I feel like I have no control over my body. I pray I don't shit or piss my pants, that would be truly embarrassing.

Penn Station...I must enter...I don't know why...

Good Gods...I'm walking down the escalator...something I have railed against in the past...I shove past the blonde on the left and...

Head towards the second escalators. Must go down...I have no idea why...I just know I have to follow my impulses.

Down...down...down...

Must...turn...left...

Down the hallway...but...to...where? KHAN!

Of course, the Papaya in Penn Station! My Fortress of Solitude! The perfect stop on such a grueling night.

They have beer in here! Four bucks for a 32 ouncer! Perfect.

And it's served up with a smile!

The joint is empty except for the workers.

My dog and drink. And this can only lead to...napkin drawings!

The body of work, an empty hot dog holder and half of my second 32 ounce beer, on such a tired evening.

And suddenly the escalator to...

Gumby! Goodnight everybody and see you tomorrow after dark!

Further reading: Tired, Shit Shoveler, What A Crappy Job and Smoking Hot Waitress.

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