French has been in a lot of trouble in his days. I've been there as an observer, witness, participant; in those fist swinging moments. I've waved to French as he waves back from the back of a cop car, but he has stayed out of trouble for the longest stint I can remember.
He still looks the rebel: sleeved, punkish hair, cowboy boots, and he sticks a cigarette behind his ear and ducks out for a butt as the bell rings at school.
I asked him - what gives? - How come he has kept it on the level the last few months? He replied "the rules". He continued: "When I see trouble brewing I follow them religiously".
THE RULES
1. Look surprised.
2. Deny everything.
3. Seem sincere.
I asked: "Those are the rules of life?"
French said: "No those rules are totally fucked for life, but they are to be followed at all times at work".
Fair Enough.
4 comments:
You're a really good writer. Your writing style reminds me of Thomas King's. This blog is truly entertaining!
Good stuff Olie. Seems fair enough. Work and life. How'd it become such a polarity?
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That is a good question - work and life is currently a paradox.
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