for a while, around 1995-96, i worked at ken's bayside, a pizza and sub shop on fenwick island in delaware. my friend brent got me the job. we would make pizzas and cheesesteaks. on the night shifts we'd close up the shop and go next door for a fifth of jose cuervo before heading back to the schoolhouse, where we lived. then we'd sit in the schoolhouse and smoke and drink tequila and watch tv. usually we'd watch the late late show with tom snyder, and we'd laugh at his inane questions and random observations.
it's weird how you never know what you're gonna cherish as a memory. but i have a special place in my memory for our tequila and cigarettes.
the next morning i would often take barry to work early in the morning at difebo's, and i'd get a coffee and muffin and come back to the schoolhouse to enjoy my little breakfast in my flea-infested cubbyhole with my cat, peeps. one summer i was reading war and peace, which was a wonderful way to start the day, before it got too hot, and while the house was still quiet... i remember loving that routine.
ahh, the days of squalor. i had no idea i'd look back so fondly. and yet at the time i think i did realize that there was a certain quiet blessing on those moments...
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