Okay so this story is actually a fucking doozie. This was a very good friend of mine. Right on the cusp of retirement age. She was at the age where she could take it anytime, but was continuing to work longer because she wasn’t going to get very much, and had aspirations to live a lot longer. so one of the jobs she took was this really really high intensity like 12 hours a day as many days a week as you can do standing in a factory peak season to make all of those little customizable mugs and blankets and everything that people get for each other around Christmas.
She made it like three days I want to say, and and just straight up never physically recovered from that.
Now, the doozy. I took care of her for like the nine months 10 months or so after that until she died. And the week that she died, I was in jail because I had been going around with a warrant for like two years by that point and I finally rolled a one and got pulled over.
so like when I’m having a bad time, it really feels like the police finished the job that capitalism started.
Anyway, I caught my breath at some point and m now fully embracing the doomed revolutionary shtick. It wasn’t a stretch. Ihave a tasteful facial scar from a police beating and everything.
You just stood there and watched her die?
Okay so this story is actually a fucking doozie. This was a very good friend of mine. Right on the cusp of retirement age. She was at the age where she could take it anytime, but was continuing to work longer because she wasn’t going to get very much, and had aspirations to live a lot longer. so one of the jobs she took was this really really high intensity like 12 hours a day as many days a week as you can do standing in a factory peak season to make all of those little customizable mugs and blankets and everything that people get for each other around Christmas. She made it like three days I want to say, and and just straight up never physically recovered from that.
Now, the doozy. I took care of her for like the nine months 10 months or so after that until she died. And the week that she died, I was in jail because I had been going around with a warrant for like two years by that point and I finally rolled a one and got pulled over.
so like when I’m having a bad time, it really feels like the police finished the job that capitalism started.
Anyway, I caught my breath at some point and m now fully embracing the doomed revolutionary shtick. It wasn’t a stretch. Ihave a tasteful facial scar from a police beating and everything.
He did