putting the knit in shizknitz

At work, there is a random man we call snaggletooth. He doesn’t work here, but he hangs out here everyday, like a fixture to the building. He reads, doesn’t have much teeth (thus snaggletooth) and frizzy hair and depending on whether he took any meds that day, varies from benign to completely pissy.

But he’s probably the happiest man in the building. He doesn’t work, he fulfills his ambitions as a voracious reader, and isn’t a captive to the slavemaster named work.

BTW I have a backlog of entries I must post, with pictures. I’ve been working on a project lately that has sucked up much of my time. Hrmmm this is similar to a bloodsucker, in a sense. Bloodsuckers take and take and doesn’t give a damn thing back. I am in a cynical mood today. Good thing I’m going to Paco’s for dinner.