4 прочтения · 5 лет назад
Hey Boss, Don’t Shoot Me… It’s My First Day on the Job!
Money was tight. I’d eaten through my savings and now, when I wasn’t fantasizing about robbing pimps, I spent the rest of my time questioning my move to Los Angeles. Up in NorCal, I made a good living as a house painter. I hadn’t cooked or bought groceries for a year and a half. I ate three meals a day in restaurants, never checked prices. I traveled every winter when the work slowed around the holidays. But down in SoCal, things were different. Everyone asked if I spoke Spanish, since most of the crews I’d be working with didn’t really speak English...