Thirty years ago today
I met Chris to get a ride to work at about 7:15. He and I plus Bill and Randy did a job at a warehouse auction. There was a lot of dusty shelving to take apart, a lot of walking and a lot of heavy lifting.
Bill was your type of racist and sexist loser who is always spouting things like "N****r", "Chink", "Packy", "Fuckin Jew", and "Cunt." Chris was a chameleon who seemed to be able to fit in with anyone.
We worked for thirteen hours and then I got a ride to Islington station with Chris's girlfriend Anna. I got home around 22:30 and I was too beat to wash up or make dinner. I'd already had something at McDonald's after work with the boys anyway.
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