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My name is Deuces Sedford, and i have a confession to make:
I have been demonstrating how to play one-up-man-ship with a boy who volunteers at my work. This is a confession because it's ludicrously unfair to him. He just finished his freshman year at Chapel Hill, hasn't taken any anatomy or seen any surgery, and is so puppy-dog happy to "hang out" with a girl that he conned me into a barbecue date last night, where he expounded upon the stupidity of illegalized marijuana and his conviction that science and religion can't be mixed. I'll name him "the Novice" because he's just like me - medicine is his life. He's just so young, though only eight months younger than me, and he should be out at the beach singing "Smoke on the Water" with his roommate, not rejoicing in seeing inflamed, abnormal skin tags that look like hemorrhoids. That's MY job.
And did i mention his other name could be Richy Rich? He lives in a gorgeous four story home (i drove him home yesterday after work) and his mother has never worked in a non-nonprofit organization.
Angles visited me yesterday afternoon and we watched four episodes of King of the Hill on a rented DVD before a headache visited me and decided that we should resume the TV-watching on a more fortuitous day.
So, that makes five. Five boys with whom i have contact, each of which i am friends with for different reasons. This summer *is* different.
So, today will be a long day - i work for the first time at the thrift store from ten to two thirty, and then i work second shift on the Pastel Mile from two forty five to eleven fifteen. I think it'll be a fun day. I'll *make* it a fun day.
Muskrat had a great idea - he works in the "Electronics Section" at Greatest Goods, and considers it a point of pride to integrate a special word into a conversation with a customer. The last one i heard about was "demographic". Awesome.
Today, mine will be "superfluous".
I have been demonstrating how to play one-up-man-ship with a boy who volunteers at my work. This is a confession because it's ludicrously unfair to him. He just finished his freshman year at Chapel Hill, hasn't taken any anatomy or seen any surgery, and is so puppy-dog happy to "hang out" with a girl that he conned me into a barbecue date last night, where he expounded upon the stupidity of illegalized marijuana and his conviction that science and religion can't be mixed. I'll name him "the Novice" because he's just like me - medicine is his life. He's just so young, though only eight months younger than me, and he should be out at the beach singing "Smoke on the Water" with his roommate, not rejoicing in seeing inflamed, abnormal skin tags that look like hemorrhoids. That's MY job.
And did i mention his other name could be Richy Rich? He lives in a gorgeous four story home (i drove him home yesterday after work) and his mother has never worked in a non-nonprofit organization.
Angles visited me yesterday afternoon and we watched four episodes of King of the Hill on a rented DVD before a headache visited me and decided that we should resume the TV-watching on a more fortuitous day.
So, that makes five. Five boys with whom i have contact, each of which i am friends with for different reasons. This summer *is* different.
So, today will be a long day - i work for the first time at the thrift store from ten to two thirty, and then i work second shift on the Pastel Mile from two forty five to eleven fifteen. I think it'll be a fun day. I'll *make* it a fun day.
Muskrat had a great idea - he works in the "Electronics Section" at Greatest Goods, and considers it a point of pride to integrate a special word into a conversation with a customer. The last one i heard about was "demographic". Awesome.
Today, mine will be "superfluous".