Stop. Please, stop.

Posted: January 8, 2011 in otiose
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I stood in his kitchen rinsing out empty beer bottles without much thought. They cluttered the counters and needed to go out with the recycling, but I meant to rinse away the swallow or two of wash left in the bottoms of each bottle before taking them out.

About half a dozen bottles into the task, I started to shake.

“The unemployment rate dropped. See? The GOP has had control of the House for less than a week and they are already doing great work!”

Do you have any idea how unemployment rates are factored? Do you have any idea what month it is right now? Do you have any idea…fuck. Fuck it. Fuck! Nod and smile. Black out.

“What are you doing here?”
“Do I not work today?”

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

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