......carpe diemSee there, s’what I’m kinda talkin about. Or, to flip-flop what you said, a possible bad relationship could (and probably would) ruin a damn good job. As ol Tony Soprano used to say, I don’t $#!* where I eat. Been down that road a time or two, ain’t in no hurry to try such foolishness again. Hell, even if the relationship doesn’t go south, working a factory job with yer significant other usually makes you sick of each other. It’s just bad business all the way around—unprofessional—and should be avoided.
And cats all tell me aw, Muskie, yer thinkin about it too much. Well, you’re damn right I am. Somebody has too. I’m getting too old fer blind leaps into who-knows-whatwherewhywhoa. Not where my paycheck is concerned. Got mouths to feed, bills to pay, comics to bag-n-board (shaddup, GNTL). Don’t need any high school drama, nawp nawp.
But damn...those eyes...my guts are operating on some primal, instinctual level that ain’t got nuthin to do with my brains. Gotta use old zen koan tricks to ignore this sorcery. Crom, grant me strength...
throw open the door
greet the day & whatever fresh hell that needs ass kickin
crom grants strength
thor storms in bestowing unabashed brashery & bravery
......eyes like that are worth it dude