Once upon a time, I delivered pizza. It was the best job ever because I ate a slice of pizza every day for breakfast for about 2 years. Not to mention, I had no expenses but my apartment, and I made a fortune. I had so much money.
On the weekends, I would go out to the under age club that I miss terribly now. I met this girl, though not through the club, but through a friend of mine. She and I got to chatting and lets say that I thought I was in. But I've told this story before. (feb 4. 2011) You know, about the kids who wanted to use my car to have sex.
I loved that job. Unfortunately I moved away and couldn't justify driving 40 minutes a day to deliver pizza.
I ended up getting a job working at a telemarketing place. That wasn't near as fun. Though there were some good times... no, there was nothing good about it other than there was a paycheck. I mean, I met some pretty cool people, but I've not seen any of them in ages and forget most of their names.
You know, through memory warp, I have to say that one of the best jobs I ever had was delivering pizza. But it was the job I had right out of high school and my life was a lot more open than it is now. Having children and such change what makes a good job.
But in the end, I just want to get paid to do this... writing! Okay, so there's probably nothing too exciting in this one... maybe tomorrow.
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