To scrawl on a bar wall.
Until I was accused of plaguerism.
They made me sign a naan-disclosure agreement.
And put Mariah Carey on the cover
Referred to as the Red Hot Chili Papers
But the publisher refused saying they could not publish illegal material. Stupid anti counter fitting laws.
He was always getting hung up on little things, and telling me that our days were numbered. I've turned the page.
I hear he's dating someone now though.
so that it's easier to walk away with my tale between my legs.
It's about time!
It seems like just yesterday.
That’s the story of my life
You knock on the door
A little bit of Background information: When I was a young lad, my father was a professional glass cleaner. Not just for a job, cleaning Glass was this man's passion! He always wanted me to take over for him when I grew up, but I always thought it would be a pain, it was a silly job, really. However, I knew that my father would be shattered if I didn't put an honest effort into the cleaning business. The first time I perfectly cleaned a mirror, I realized I could really see myself doing this! My father was wiping away tears of pride when I began to become as passionate as he was.
Anyways, fast forward to a couple months ago. I have taken over my father's cleaning company, and was working a job at a publishing agency. Now, due to the pandemic, this building had set up different entry points depending on the purpose of your visit, and each one was gated and stationed by an employee so you could have your temperature taken and go through a checklist to ensure you don't have any symptoms, etc.
After finishing the contract at this building, the owner was so impressed with my work that he said he would like to recommend me for a permanent job with a friend of his. At first, I was skeptical (I had taken over the family business, after all), but it was becoming difficult to find regular clients anymore, so I agreed. He gave me a single sheet from a notepad, and told me to write down something about myself that sets me apart from others in my line of work, and I should make it a very impactful statement, his friend was a very busy man and wouldn't look at more than notes like these. I wasn't sure what to write on the spot, so he told me to think about it, and return the note when I come back to leave the bill for my work.
So I came back a few days later, went through the gate to drop off my bill and my note about how I am much better than any other glass cleaner out there. Well, it turns out the friend of the publishing agency's owner was a hiring manager for a well-known computer company, and my note really caught his eye, and I was offered the job! Now I make more money every two weeks than I had with a month! At first, I though my father would be upset by me leaving the family business behind, but he told me "As long as you are happy where you are, with what you are doing, then you are succeeding in life. You are no longer a student of glass cleaning, you are my equal, and I am proud of you" I never realized how freeing it
... keep reading on reddit ➡But I shouldn't be surprised.
After all, years back, Microsoft published ms-DOS without ever releasing an ms-UNO
It is basically all about raisin awareness.
It’s non friction.
That's the story of my life.
Me: "Word".
It's about Thyme.
You have my word
Einstein’s dad: Damn son, it’s about time.
It was a slice of Life.
She had outstanding balance.
... and dadicated it to my father.
If you came here looking for an OP, you got it.
If you guys don’t buy it, I’ll burn everything down.
.. an author has a novel idea.
I'm not joking but he is.
"That's mean," I replied. "I'm sure she's actually a nice person."
Her name is Dee.
Everybody's buying it.
They wouldn't publish it though, the publisher said that the intended audience was a dead market.
I have a feeling it was ghost written.
From now on no joke will be published without their scents of humour.
Well, he sure doesn't want to be spotted
You should check it out, it's a big hit right now.
My publisher said it was a mediogre work.
But my publisher told me that word games are not what I excel at.
Dad: Damn son, it’s about time!
Dad: Nice, son. It is about time.
It seems like just yesterday.
You have my Word.
You have my Word.
