Tuesday, December 31, 2002

 

From December of twenty ought one:


Neo,

I e-mailed my resume, since I don't have a job, to The
Prague Post. I was hoping they'd give me the job and I
could get outta this hole I dug myself into. this
corner I done painted myself into. Visions of the
bridge, the beautiful young maidens. Cheap pitchers of
beer flowing into my brainpan, and if only I could
bring myself to move and not look back. My poor family
accepting this departure like a child waiting for the
rain to stop in summertime. If only I could drown
myself in the literature and culture so's my accent
becomes that of the czech like no others. somewhere in
between the french rolling tongue and the russian
nasal tchkk-ukking sounds.

I figured I'd immerse myself in the sounds and blend
the old world polkas and waltzes my grandparents sang
at reunions with a bit of the new and a bit of the ole
american country music I've been listening to lately.
Create a hybrid, of sorts, and become the next Hank
Williams. That job at the Prague Post seemed a ticket
I coudn't pass up on. I had a chance, man. My
experience should be enough.

Alas, I received a letter today. They want someone
with day to day newspaper experience, which I aint
got. FUCK. who the fuck wants to work every day at a
newspaper? hell, I guess I did. But not an American
paper. They responded quickly. At least they took the
time to really look at the thing. That's encouraging.
Lately, with the positions I've been applying for, I
haven't heard one thing or the other.

No, that's not right. I received a e-mail from
Listen.com. Y'see I sent them a resume for the
Receptionists position. Me, a fuckin reception. Can ya
stand it? Can ya see me answering the phones at a big
dot com and re-routing them to the fucking CEO.

"Good morning. Listen Dot Com, how may I be of
service?"

"Oh, hey there punchy, say whydontcha shoot me over to
the CEO's Office?"

"One moment please."

Beeeeeeeep

"Yeah, Yeah. What now?" say CEO

"Yes sir, there's a mister Don Givvafauch to speak
with you about your daily enema, sir. Should I shoot
him up to ya?"


fuck that, right. fuck that.

In the meantime, my dreams have turned to the obvious
again, and I think I will be starving soon. Its
allright, tho. I just got my government cheque and I
still know how to swim.


I hope all is well, dear friend. I will be in Chicago
soon. Mind if stay at yer pad for one week, or so in
January?


Stay black.

Jonny

PS: I got me some great music to show youse when I see
ya's. Some ole timey Religious music that sounds like
it was recorded on 78's. real scratchy stuff. amazin'
fierce and harmonic.

posted by Hog 10:09 AM