Fucking best job I ever had...

Quick story about me... most of my highschool years weren't spent getting drunk at house parties or in my parent's basement - they were spent getting drunk at an old school strip mall New Jersey pizza shop that was kind enough to hire my scrawny 14-year old ass as a part-time errand boy. Although the place violated nearly every foodservice standard out there, it consistently churned out some amazing chow and to this day I still use their recipes when I try to cook Italian for the family. And while my years of tenure there included dealing with hordes of drunks (including my bosses at times), fights, cops, mafiosos, junkies, and a couple shell-shocked 'Nam vets to spice up the mix it also totally created the functionally drunk workaholic I am today. Sadly the shop closed down in the mid-90's. In hindsight it was probably a good thing - the close forced me out of my employment safe zone (i.e. rut) and sent me somewhat towards my current career path as well as life in general. But long story short, easily my best memories I have of the place are the guys who I worked with, all just trying to keep the place afloat day after day with absolutely no guidance whatsoever. One of those guys, "TH" was a crazy fucker who absolutely loved comic thrashers Scatterbrain, especially the "Mr. Johnson And The Juice Crew" tune. Man, the hours his cassette chewed up on that shitty kitchen stereo. The song popped on my iPod shuffle the other day and I was instantly transported back 20 years ago to days being coated in a yellowish paste of flour and oil, drunk and watching porn while chopping up a 100 lb. ball of pizza dough; all by 10:00 am on a Tuesday. Good times.

Here Comes Trouble

 
Currently watching: Divine Trash

Currently listening to: GG Allin You Give Love A Bad Name