Thursday, August 30, 2007

Codeine Rags And Riches

My friends and I bak home would sometimes abuse vicodin. Numb you get and just sit there so calm and serene a hard slap in the face wouldnt even break your shiny stare. Its cool and all but conforming to the medicated US phenomenon is not my plan. So a toothache was pestering me after I drove my bike into the CBD. I went to the nearest chemist and asked them for the strongest painkiller they had. Nurofin is Ozzies Tylenol. It works just as well. But this chic gave me Nurofin plus and said "this is the srongest, it has codeine" Viked off of mah face I am right now. On a fluffy cloud as comfy as could be. I now live in a mansion, a beautiful house in a quiet suburb in Melbourne known as Glen Eira. The owner is my cousins friend and shot off to NY to close a quarter billin dollar deal. Yes, its a b. The most dificult job of house sitting has been bestowed upon me and for my hard work I am being paid, to have free accomodation in a luxurious and art filled pad with a pool and jacuzzi for a month. Ohh the sorrow. This is a rags to riches type of story here as I was in the nastiest of all accomodation I've had since travelling just yesterday and was there for a couple of months. Now like Hugh Heffner (just replace his pipe with a spliff) I shall sit in my robe and lounge in the finest accomodation I have set since beggiinng travelling.

The Taliban

I must say I have no beef with the taliban and think their cool guys. They released these hostages today and they provided me with some fine afghan weed while in Rotorua NZ. I remember my brit friends and I toasting to the taliban as it was the finest trees we have attained after roaming around much of the country for a while. I dont ker wut Bush says. These fine gentlemen have contributed to my having a good time and thats what counts. Sold to us by some old maori woman out of her house. "Its afgan" she said. Thought nothing of it till we lit it up. Retarded we got and began to bless those that have grown this stuff, the taliban.

True News... A Very Informative Documentary. Worth The Time Unless You Have A Life

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Take A Guess. Which One Of The Bunch Is Ma Cuz?


The drunkest I have ever been I think I am right now. Just drove home after having about 14 @ my cousins. Joan (his wife), while on a business trip picked up some awesome wine. A box of it actually. Would sit, get pissed (meaning drunk), chat and learn new things about my family only my cuz would know. A family tree of us he found today that had nearly every last member of my family listed on it. The car I drive and its "hoon" horns can only be described as mohammad ali with his fists up in a dfefensive position. Jonny sais "there extremely offensive looking".lolllllllll. So compliant and rule abiding I think Ozz makes u. South Africans are similar if not tufer than us New Yorkers as they dealt with more "in your face" violence then we have {I suppose}. But Ozzies are just as laid back about things as they are particular about their rules and lil laws. Living here for long enough will turn any badass into a mary poppins in no time. Its just to good atime to care. A very good day I must say I had. A new respect I found for people that deserve it. Yes. I'd had a few and so gonna call it a night.

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

The Good The Bad And The Smokers

I find that often in life there are things that we really like that we must let go. Wether this is a ciggarette or a girlfriend matters not, theres a battle that goes on within our minds. The first day of not smoking is the most dificult. I have experience with this and so yesterday I spent nearly the whole day on my bicycle sweating out the physical yearning for nicotine. Clearly two forces are at work here. The one that tells me I will shrivle up like a sunless flower if I keep smoking and the one that tells me look over there, theres a fit and active person smoking, its ok. Its very easy to get confused. Afterall this is all coming from your own mind. Anyway I have realized that telling myself that I will not ever smoke again is stupid and unrealistic. I've tried it many times and like during the fast of yom kippur I just want it more wen I know I cant have it. I will smoke only when Im pissed. This is the compromise I have decided to settle upon after arguing back and forth with the good and the bad voices in my head.

So after getting on the piss at my friend Yanivs crib I just now drove ma car back home and prepped some cereal and bread with peanut butter. Im gonna go with Yaniv to his engagement party at his girlfriends parents house out in the country on saturday. From their we will go see her grandads farm land with 400 cows. And 300 acres of beautiful country land. Munchies has kicked in and so gonna stuff my face and pass out.

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Copyright Johnny O

Ur Daily Dose

Today was the 1st in the 2 1/2 months I've been here that I think I can say I got a taste of Aussie summer weather. A stunning day with the sun shining bright. Upon waking I found it to be beautiful out. Yay, my shorts, flip flops and T is all I will be wearing from here on out. Today was also the 1st in all the time I've been travelling that I felt on vacation. Its a beautiful place, Australia. With my shorts and a T I took my motorbike out for a cruise. With my flip flops on I kicked the gears up and soaked in the sun whilst doing 90kph. An awesome feeling it is to be dressed so skimpily and vroom around on a bike. Everyone in St Kilda Beach like me was wearing summer gear. I soon am moving over to this beautiful house where I will be reading and writing alot. Will have much time alone to reflect. Theres also a jacuzzi there which will def add to my feeling on vacation. Not much to say right now besides that I see good times ahead. Im a bit jaded these days and am just going with the flow. Not really using my sponge too much. A couple of firsts today and so for good measure let me throw in a last. Today is also the last day in-which I smoke cigarettes (at least for a long while). My lil cousins get pissed when they see me smoke and I promised myself and them that I will soon quit and so tonight I shall enjoy my last stogaj. Im getting sick of the word "I" and feel its a good idea to stop writing so much about myself. Probably will take a little break.

Saturday, August 25, 2007

Good Times

Today while attending the wedding of a friend I made here in Melbourne, I fucked up. It was in a cool place in an area known as the Dandenong Mountains. High trees and country all around. Its about 30 minutes out of town. It was a good time being at a wedding whilst in a foreign country. Kinda gives u more of a feel that u have settled. The place where the reception was held was a huge and very popular classy restaurant on top of the mountain. A very good looking couple. After travelling much u meet all types but only sometimes do you care to make someone your friend. Ofir is a friend. Not just another soul I've met. Only 2 or 3 of these I have made in the year I've been travelling.

Im now just hanging back at my place with my israeli mates. I just made a huge bonfire outside and had a good time. A friend I made named Yaniv has been living here for a few years and is also marrying an Aussie chick soon. Shes a very cool girl. I spoke to him bout what I think of Israelis that leave their home land to seek money elsewhere. He gave a great explanation. There simply is no chance for Israelis to earn enough to live comfortably as they deserve to do. Understood. I can appreciate that since the truth is that the Israeli Gov't totally does screw their citizens out of every penny they might make. Fuck the Israeli Government. One things for sure I had enuf of this pad I live in. If I had to spend another week in this house I'd go postal. Thank God I Dont.

Thursday, August 23, 2007

The Birds

It seems we hassle the birds here and its their land not ours. Never before have so many birds zipped by me just an inch from my face. Its scary, I mean if one is a fraction off itll take out ur eye. Today I was on my motorcylce when I noticed one off in the distance. It was playing chicken with me and was at level with my headlamp. It didnt seem to care that I was vrooming towards it and kept on gliding towards me. I got scared for a minute thinking were gonna collide before it turned away. Little bastard. My cousin Johnny was terrorized for a month by a bird that nested next to his house and would swoop down and take nips at his head. Lolllll!

Something I'd like to note is that I truly do miss the serenity that upstate New York living provides. Such a quiet and peaceful time it is living up there. Its been affirmed, the catskills is where I shall live and raise my kids. I've been to many places in the world and the Hudson Valley is where I shall b"h settle. Ahh, such a beautiful place where your kids can play outside till dusk and you dont have to lock your car or home. Acres and acres provide much privacy and if its a huge fire that tickles your fancy a huge fire you can have. No building codes nothing. Basically you can do whatever the fuck you please and no one can/will complain. Like whilst I was in my mummys womb I just feel warm and the most at home up there and its close to my fam and friends which is Ghoood.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Ma Wings

These days I bend my wrist and get propelled by a 250cc engine on-which I sit atop. I cant describe the euphoric excitement I wake with everyday knowing my bike is outside. Like a little kid I wish I can bring it in my room and sleep next to it. Its my new toy. My cousin laughs when I see him and says im the most mobile person he knows. Its gotta be true afterall I am the most mobile person I know. I have 12 wheels now and pics of all of them I will upload soon. So, I kick my gear down once and then four times up to get to cruising speed, I dont curl into the bike as many speed demons do rather I like to stretch my arms on the handlebars and lean back to fully take in the sights. Free as a bird I am as my iron horse burps its way down the sidewalks, streets, lanes and avenues here in Melbourne. Its a bit nippy out so I'll be taking my car to get some Merlot. No Worries Meight!

Monday, August 20, 2007


It doesnt look very good for the U.S. what with all the huricanes its been cursed with the past few years. Here when the news comes on they talk about lots of shit like politics and how the runner up for the PM seat visited a scores stripclub in NY 4 years ago before they start to speak of important things like the floods in the south and midwest states. From here it just seems the caribean and the US are fukt. It aint looking very IRE for jamaica and Mexico mon. I wonder if its always been like this and I have only began paying attention a few years ago or if the weather is really starting to change for the worse. The remnants of the last hurricane just a few days ago is the center of discussion over the US other than the issues with the stock market and yet another bigger hurricane is on its way. I bet it'll stop wen Bush leaves office.

Ok Let Me Have It

So, on a mission for shmeeze after landing in New Zealand I found it to be a great tactic to waltse into any local park and look for the dodgiest people around. I dont know who taught me this trick if anyone did but it works on every try. I guess it came natural after many atimes walking thru Washington Square Park in the village in NYC as a youth and being offered a whole assortment of smoke by Jamaican thugs. Once late at night I got some while in Auckland by threatening to beat up some homeless guys that I knew had. They were hanging on the stoop of a missionary church and I was drunk. They gave it up... Here, everyone around me sounds like crocodile dundee. They say strange things like HOW YA GOIN? rather then hows it going or how ya doin. They say GOOD ON YA rather than good shit. I try to blend and say ye good on ya maight. Here im connected so I dont need the dodgy folk in the parks. I like to drive, board and bike around in a cloud of shmeeze. The 1st shmeeze I got was in a park in Auckland NZ and all of a sudden I felt @ home. Appreciation set in. The trees were prettier and the wind was louder. Twas good. Since I started travelling I havent remained in one city as long as I've been here in Melbourne. I like it and all but am sure if it wasnt for my cousin Ida been long gone. Ann, the chic that gave me her car is taking off soon. Sooner than she was supposed to cuz she isnt having the best time here. I have this subconscious advantage of feeling like I belong cos of my family here. I regret the fact that I did not come with an adequate amount of cash in-order to live a bit diferenlty but fuk it Im here. Let this then serve as my intro to Australia. I got a cool tattoo from a tribesman whilst in NZ. It fucking hurt! I had it done by an old Maori medicine man in the oldest Maori village in NZ. Its in Rotorua. I spent much time there. A ritual blessing was performed on me after talking to the medicine man for a while. OOOH this post was just interupted by a phone call from my motorcycle mechanic. My Suzuki Gn250 will have a new battery and carburator & will be road worthy tomo afternoon. Its supposed to be a beautiful week. Boooooyaaa!!!! Ok bak to the tatt, after u chat to this guy and he asks you a heap of questions (some strange) he tells u to bugger off. When u come bak the next day he has a composite sketch of wut the tattoo will look like. He comes up with the entire thing himself. He takes many things you told him into consideration when formulating it. Mine is a little below my mid back and is of a young phoenix taking off in flight, just beginining a new voyage. I remember saying I will get some ink in any country that influences me and NZ has. I am now out of glyconutrients and this very much vexes me. Henry the 8th the 8th I am!!! Something strange I've noticed is that the ugliest people in the world patronize Mcdonalds. Is it because you are wut u eat or is it simply the gathering place for grotesque freaks? Let me know if u do... I bet its like this in every country. The Australian native people, the aboriginals, are the ugliest people I have ever seen. They simply look like they havent yet evolved and just yesterday were monkeys. Their mouths protrude like that of the apes. Their woman have mustouches with these protruding mouths. Their simply ugly. Anyhoo, I got no work this week and so I will be as lazy as a cotton picker just after the emancipation proclomation. Gonna get toasted and drive round... Cheauuhhz Maiyt!!

Friday, August 17, 2007

Lil Mikey

Australian Grind

After being the finest procrastinator that ever lived its kinda tough to start taking up responsibilities and waking up for work. Its like deja vu. I set my alarm and it rings but I want to sleep longer simply because I know I cant. I've been learning a thing or two about hard fucking work. The other day after coming home with dry and blistered hands I had no choice but to put bowls of water on either side of me bed and rest my hands in there soaking. Soil must be the driest thing on earth and it drys up your hands to the point that a sudden twist of the shovel cracks your skin and it very much hurts. I can truly say my sweat and blood has gone into building that building. It is a good feeling tho coming home and showering. You feel real clean. Like wen I werked @ a cow farm upstate. Now I just showered and threw on my blazer with a t underneath like I do back home cos its Fri night and Johnny's family and I are off to his friends for dinner. Oh BTW I have attained a motorcycle. My kind boss has philanthropically donated it to me. I now have cash in my pocket, a bike, a car and a motorcycle. WTF esle can a man ask for?

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Building a Building

I can certainly tell ya building aint easy. I got a raise from 100 to $150 a day but with the extra cash comes extra work and sacrifice. Today I worked like a border jumping mexican removing earth with a shovel. I was shirtless in a trench sweating during the winter, digging. I recruited my flatmate and friend Yair to come and helpout with the physical labor. We have only started pouring concrete for the foundation of a building. Much work has to be done. I'd like my family to know that I very much miss them. Today I spoke to my little sister on the phone whilst working. This only afforded 3 minutes of talk time before having to hang up. Not talking to her for a few months would be better remedied with a bit of a convo but like a soldier I must werk. I truly cant wait to see u guys.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Cousin Sitting

Imagine, a whole new set of cousins you knew nothing of. Two diferent personalities that have accents totally foreign to you but, they are your family. Its very easy to fall in love with them understanding you have a couple of kids that have come into to this world and are also connected to you by blood. I pick them up from school sometimes and when I do we end up staying on the campus playing footy long after the other kids and even faculty have left. I enjoy every minute of it as I understand I probably wont be with them all the time in the future. One thing is for damn sure. Often they will see me and great things I shall show them.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Why Im Still

While in a pub or club I tend to stand firm. Like last night, saturday, I found myself on Chapel street in some pub. Alone, I make my way thru the crowd to the bar. No, you dont know me from high school nope we didnt go to UNI together actually, Im not from heah. I remember in NZ I got kicked out of a club simply because of how I dont blend. I dont get ridiculously beligerent. I dont flail my hands or anything else wildly. Im pretty still no matter how much poison I swallow. Dont know why it is but I am far more reserved than anyone else in the pubs. Even the security guards. This intimidates them I think. Like the guy in the end of the movie A Bronx Tale that shoots sonny, the background music is playing and everyone seems to be in rythym to it but I am not, I seem to have my own unique agenda. I dont. Also, I dont believe with all the horrible things that go on in this world that its fair or appropiate to act this way in public. I think it makes one look immature uninformed and stupid. Perhaps Im missing out but I dont give a fuk. Laughing hysterically should be kept to a minimum I think, preferably whilst in the confines of yours or a friends home or better yet only while in the company of your wife or GF. Anyone I ever discussed this with, older and wiser, tells me its nonsense and I should have all the fun in the world any chance I get. I must disagree. There is a cute and at the same time an ugly innocent child out there reaching out for help only to find that this cold & self absorbed world has'nt the time or simply doesnt care for him. I've been hearing alot about India from diferent people whilst travelling. I dont think I care to visit it. Apparantly the poverty I've seen in South America does not compare to the horrific things you see there. My flatmate Yair was trying to explain this to me and he shared with me a story. He was walking thru the filthy streets of Delhi and was met with a little girl begging for money. Now, many people physically deform themselves in-order to look needy. This apparantly makes it easier for them to pan handle because they win peoples pity. Yes folks, this is what it has come down to. This little girl Yair met had no face. It was burned off by her mom, a long time beggar who knows that people will pity a little girl with a burned off face. Its hard for us to think a mother can do this to her child but its just the tip of the iceberg. Look at China and Falun Gong. These are the activists we have all seen in the city. I never payed any mind to them. Today some guy while in the city went out of his way to hand me a flyer. It was obvious he wasnt being paid for this. He wasnt Asian. It meant something for him to get that flyer to me. Its about organ harvesting from living falun gong work camp prisoners in China. Just so thats its understood, these Falung Gong Practitioners are simply people that do a sort of kung fu like slow exercise in the mngs. Its not even a religion but the PM sees these people as a threat. I think its important to mention this here as I would have appreciated it if I lived thru the holacaust and someone cared to make it a part of their lives then. In the USA the waiting period for organs such as Kidneys or Livers are set in years. In china its days. Their killing these Falun Gong people by injecting them with something that causes their hearts to fail. They then sell their organs. Its now easier than ever to get a cornea or a kidney liver combo direct from your local asian connect. Jesus fucking christ.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Livin In A Land Down Under

Some Observations

Hmm where shall I begin. Melbourne Australia is the most eco-friendly city I have ever seen. And I have seen a few. These trams go everywhere so no matter where on the outskirts of the city you live you can easily get on and off one. No getting blown in the face by the exhaust of passing city buses. Bike trails there are aplenty. Like in brooklyn, its on the side of the road. The difference tho is that you actually see very many bikers on them. They all seem to have gone thru some coarse outlining the proper conduct and gear needed to legally bike. A white blinker for the front, a red one for the rear, a tire pump & a helmet. Their very compliant and no one here rides without a helmet. Even now in the winter there are many people filling the parks playing Footey. This is an australian game similar to footbal but the players dont wear astronaut suits like the "sissy" Americans do. Their tuf fuckers. I like this game and play it just about every chance I get. Often with my little cousins. Mostly I just wind back and give the football a good aimless kick. The general mentality here is more one of leisure and I dont think too many Aussies really grasp the concept of hard work. Less people you see lifeless and exhausted. Sharp contrast there seems to be between the quality of life here and in NYC. Aussies are rather good looking people and alot of them keep fit. I kid you not when I say, if you sit on a busy corner bench in the Central Business District here in Melbourne and then in NYC you'll find the ratio of knockout chix to be pleasantly disturbing.NY would be something like 1 in 30 maybe. This is clear whenever you step on a bus train or just hangout in a busy place. Compare it to 1 in 4 here and u get my drift. Art is extrememly abundant in all its forms. The walls are littered with graffiti here cos kids seem to have this urge to express themselves in anyway possible. The music sounds good just as the art looks good. Great classic tunes on the radio. They simply have great taste. Dont know how better to explain. Its hard not to want to stay forever and if I did not have my family and friends back home thats exactly wut I would do. During the month of september I must house sit for a friend of my cousins. I have commited myself to this. Its a very nice house and its free accomodation. I must soak myself in Melbourne for a while until I get the spark I am waiting for. I medidate now and then and when I did back home I used to get clear messages while chatting with my divine subconscious. Now I only get a hazy continue. Cosmic habitforce is a way to direct your subconcious and force yourself to habitually do things and to keep a certain state of mind. Ive been dabbling with this fine tool and it is apparantly the key to attaining anything you want including true happiness. I feel there is a good reason for my being here. Back home I never knew exactly where on the class ladder I belonged. It was confusing. Here i know exactly where Im at. Im at the bottom friends. There is nowhere for me to go but up. Everything I attain from a job, a bike to a car I see as a step further up the ladder. I brought with me here all the juice my sponge has soaked back home and this will help me to attain things.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Lamb On Chapel

After getting toasted with my flatmate Yair and cruising round Chapel street we decided to hit up this popular souvlaki joint which is situated in the middle of all the action. I got a souvlaki there b4 meeting my cusin on saturday for our weekely bike ride as well. This time it was a small old white haired man that was working. Didnt seem to be on point. "This is the best lamb souvlaki I've ever had" I proclaimed aloud. The way its grilled is unlike they do it in NYC with the electric heat on the side. Instead they use lil pieces of wood coals and leave it simmering horizontally. Quite a view it is actually. Whilst scarfing down my lamb and chatting with Yair I sprung up and asked this man if it was his place. yes. "I'd like to work here" I said. He said he'll take my #. As I was giving it to him he sized me up and said ok come in tonight @ 6 with his greek accent. Today I entered an apprenticeship in the art of mastering the gyro and the rotisss. I was never in the hospitality business. It was new to me serving people but it aint half bad. Hauw Ya daoin? Doing good, Data entry & Souvlaki.

Sunday, August 05, 2007


A German girl has just gifted me with her car. No its not registered, no it doesnt have insurance and no I dont ker. We first met while I was back in Sydney. Bottom feeding as I am she was getting free accomodation by sworking in the hostel we were then at (smart). While in a panic I met her. I lost my backpack and thought I left it in the room so I went back after checking out. It wasnt there but she was. I scanned the room and didnt see it when she asked me where Im from. Her eyes were captivating. I forgot bout my bag for a few minutes. I asked her if shed like to have a cup o coffee later and she did. Whilst in sydney I waited for this chic and she never showed. I was stood up. My name is pretty simple to remember and so apparantly she remembered This all happened a month and a half ago. Around a month later she sent me an email telling me she loved my page and how honest I am on a public space. Also to apologise. Since she sorta pissed me off I was very brief in my email replies to her this past 2 weeks and didnt expect to ever see her again. I replied to her email request this mng for my #. After posting the pics below I was to meet her here in Melbourne for coffee. Shes got this no nonsense type of stare. I remember why she made me forget bout my bag (which was found) that day. I decided to treat myself since in the company of a real treat named Ann. Also cos after walking thru the streets & alleys of the CBD to find everything closed, we had'nt much of a choice but this classy pasta place with a mellow jazz band playing outside next to our table. We payed our own way. It was nice. Dont remember how it came up exactly but she doesnt need her car and so she gave it to me. Its an old toyota sumthin or other. I remember a couple of weeks ago walking around dreaming I had a car to drive around in and explore this awesome country with. Lo n Behold I have one. This mng I boarded into the city. This evening I drove out.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Sum Shots Of Melbourne Australia

There isnt much for me to say blogmaster. Just been enjoying a good mix of music, people, art and wine. Random smiles I find stamped on my face very often these days. I've been using herbal essences mental conditioner. Extremely optimistic.

Lil Jaimey

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Od eser, Ani Yodea Ani Alcoholist!

I have this terrible habit of calling my friend Od Eser, Ben eser. Israeli slang would translate this into: The son of ten whores. Lollllllllllllll. As I just lifted my cleanskin cup of merlot to toast the arrival of my flatmate Od Eser, he made a great point with his unique middle eastern jargon. He said " tafsik lishtot kol ha yom yah alcoholist" This is his hebrew way of saying I gotta cut it a bit with the alocohol. I thought a bit about his comment before realizing and confessing aloud, New Zealand and Australia has transformed me into a wine junky. I trooped around 3ks on ma bike to get some after work today as I realized I've been doing for a little while now. Fuck it, its a great compliment to the week and a half old tub of pasta I've been feeding on...

Today I Worked

Today, for the 1st time in around 5 months, actually, for the 1st time in over 5 years I worked. I mean real work. Not computer or internet fatass shit. A random named Shmuel came by my apt one night a few days ago. My apt seems to be the Israeli social hub here in Melbourne. Being that I meet so many these days all this guy Shmuel got was a "yea, how ya doin" the night I met him. Yesterday night whilst with my cousin and his family @ a school function Shmuel rang my phone. After going to my flat looking for me and explaining to my mates that he has work for me they gave him my #. Out of the blue, he called and asked if I remember him. I did vaguely. He explained I have to be up and in front of my apt @ a quarter to 8 in the mng for work. That is all that was said. I didnt know wether to take this guy seriously or not. He's just a random like many that flap their lips I thought . Anyway, I made my way bak to my apt and he was hanging here waiting for me. I confirmed with him that I should be up for some sort of work. What type was not even discussed initially. As it turns out this fucker is one of the smartest blokes I've ever met. He was an intelligence agent while in the army. Hes very sharp and fine tuned. The fact that he was thrown in a looney bin twice only enforces this fact. He explained the night we met I hardly said a word but apparantly I had a listening ear. Theres a fine line between knowledge gained and mind lost I think. So, I woke and some mid 50yr old dude picked me up and took me to his place of business. Austyle is some company jewish family owned with huge warehouses for their Builders/architects supplies business. After talking to shmuel until 2 in the mng, not being able to sleep until 5 cos of how confusingly enlightened I was I went to work. And work I did. First task was to take down a fence with barbwire. Uproot the poles and everything. For the 1st time in my life I did a few interesting things today. Used a Bobcat construction thingamabob to take down the fence. Used a humungous industrial floor waxer/vaccum that glides around at the slightest motion in any direction, picked garbage off of my bosses land ya know, work. This entails no thinking whatsoever and I remember wishing I had such a job while managing some business back home. There is, however, no stopping the worlds motions. I have a philosophy about being an employee that I picked up from Napolean Hill, Dale Carnegie and other intelligent people. Put in at least 25% more work than you get paid for. I combined that with a valuable life lesson taught to me by my 6yr old cousin Jaimey which is to be totally absorbed in whatever it is that your doing. This kept me working diligently sticking a million stickers on some items when one of the owners, a sharp business dude in his mid 30's asked when Im coming in again. This job was supposed to be a temp thing for 1 day. After chatting up this guy he explained theres much data entry stuff that needs to be done. No Prob Bobbbb. The pay is cash and its more than I need to get by. Cheeaars!