What's this world coming to? : 2002-10-03
Just so you people know. Couple of mad men are taking random shots, killing five people within a mile radius of my parents' restaurant. My parents are okay, although they're still running errands and doing shit when they should be home. argh.

So in order to take my mind of things, I am posting - writing to you people.

Plus, it's been a while since I posted.

So. Had a meeting with my boss about my raise. It was a little off the amount I was thinking of. So needless to say, I'm pissed off. Seriously time to think about a career change.

Two days ago:

I feel like I'm going to talk to Tony Soprano.

Why?

Because I'm wearing a wire. How many of you out there have worn a wire? Let me tell ya, it's actually pretty fun. Perhaps it's the idea that I'm talking to people and they have no idea that I'm going to bust them later. Who knows.

The story is that used car salesmen in the area are bullshitting poor college students that the car warranty they include in their price will cover everything...and of course, they lie.

So here's where I come in. Camera in a bag, microphone on my collar, and I listen to them lie to me.

Next week we go back with the big camera and make them look silly on tv.

But folks - that's not the interesting part of my day. That came from the drive home with my esteemed colleagues.

They started talking about ways to get rid of squirrels.

As in ways to murder squirrels.

Apparently, squirrels have found a way to infiltrate the roof of my photographer's house and he's decided that act itself is an act of invasion.

Did I mention he's got a .38?

Did I mention he rattled of 4 different kids of rat poison?

Did I mention he traps them in cage traps?

Did I mention he drowns the trapped squirrels?

Did I mention I need to switch jobs?

People. This isn't nowwhereville usa here. This is Philadelphia - where people should have more sense...ah...nevermind. This IS Philadelphia, where the football stadium have a court (judge and all) directly below the playing field designed to immediately prosecute rowdy fans because there's too many of them to write tix for. Talk about brotherly love.

Btw - I have the pix of mama and papa, but I'm having problem scanning them in the right format, so I'll have to do it again. Sorry for dragging this thing on - but we'll get it down and get the t-shirt out.

Today's entry's more of a ramble...so bare with me people.

thank you cooperate

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