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Pizza Boy

My favorite job was being a pizza boy. I liked making cash. Everyday taking home money. Cool people, I met. The coolest people I met at pizza places. Also, very relaxed setting. Like if it wasn’t busy, I could bullshit around with everyone or I could just go to my car and do something. For example, write poems. And I got to listen to music all the time. It was good. I had some car issues so I was no longer able to be a beloved pizza boy. But I liked being a pizza boy. Let the record show.

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Mansion

My mansion. So beautiful. I now own a mansion. I thought, “what constitutes a mansion?” Without looking up the definition, could I define it for myself? Later I had the keys to my mansion. Real estate agent was a swell chick. I wouldn’t mind hitting that, I thought. Such a guy thing to think.

She said, I’ve heard of you. You’re that guy. With the website. Big dreams! That’s all you ever talked about. Big dreams!

Yup. Started out in a basement, you know? By the way, does this place have a basement?

Yeah. I’ll show you. *She takes me by the hand* (HOT!)

Ok. It’s a gorgeous basement. It really is like something to cry over. That’s how nice it is.

“Excuse me,” I said “here are some pictures of my old basement. I would like for this basement to be remodeled…To resemble it.”

She looked at the pics, then looked at me solemn. “I can do that.”

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