I AM FOR HIRE
Unfortunately, comorbid imperial decay and full-term state capitalism has forced me to whore myself out to the first bidder. Not necessarily the highest bidder -nor the lowest, just the first. I am in relatively good health, I am descendant of a long line of protestant slaves and slave-drivers, I have no religion so sundays are not an issue, I do not require health-dental-occular insurance; furthermore, I am in no relationships that hinder my ability to work for you, regardless of the position. You need someone to crack rocks for no reason day after day? That would be me. You need me to take care of your lawn, change light bulbs, do the laundry, wash the dishes, and other menial soul-crushing tasks? I'm in. I have absolutely no standards as far as work goes other than payment. For my potential enslavers part, being prompt with payment is not requisite. No, I require nothing in the way of what most modern-day sloth-infected overweight science fiction trailer trash debutantes say they need -somewhere in the I ching it reminds readers that to speak without understanding is never correct. In fact, it may even be inauspicious. If you read this and you need some shit cleaned or software troubleshooting issues or maybe you want to laugh as someone shovels left-over piles of asbestos into a fan with their mouth-open: For a small fee for services satisfactorily rendered, I am your person. Inquire within,