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17 bus boy O teenage bus boy of the summer dusk! Lugging your gray tub of swill, bathed in slop and ooze and bits of spaghetti in the alley behind the Applebee’s— hate me if you will, as I pass by in my tennis shorts and Obama T-shirt with a vibrant, dark-haired woman, on my way to watch game three of the NBA finals at our local microbrewery. Hate me, but you cannot know that I once labored as you do now, at a Big Boy in Riverside, California, elbow deep in the very same lumpish goop and ooze. Like you, I was of the slime of alleys, of the same immemorial cigarette butts and rotting cottage cheese. And like you, I dreamed of a certain waitress, and of driving a fork into the forehead of the night manager, and of spitting in the soup of plump, complacent, well-dressed diners who snapped their fingers at me. But most of all I dreamed of being clean, and cool, and never, ever again slogging through the world’s filth and stink, which is something I have achieved, as must be perfectly obvious to you. ...

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ISBN
9780822979623
Related ISBN
9780822962687
MARC Record
OCLC
870684332
Pages
72
Launched on MUSE
2014-02-18
Language
English
Open Access
No
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