after I dropped out of college I started working. I had a couple jobs, my longest employment was delivering pizzas. delivering pizzas in a college town is not a bad gig, you stay busy, lots of runs so you can make a little money.
anyways I used to never keep track of the day, I just showed up for my shift at the same time everyday. it was nice being oblivious to the calendar. the only way I used to know what day it was that the reggae hour would come on the radio on one of the university stations. it clued me in that it was sunday.
the thing about sunday was, I knew I was missing the football game during the fall. growing up I watched the nfl every sunday. I was pretty much a loser when it came to being a lackey for the sports pit. at the time, when I was delivering pizzas I still missed the game, but really this was the beginning of me getting away from sports and moving on from my adolescents. it was a good thing. I turned the game off for like 10 years. recently I’ve been watching baseball and basketball again but it’s really not the same, shits for kids.
I think I quit that job and moved back home to live with my parents. it went from party every weekend to nothing going on at home. college and my subsequent years was my first real taste of freedom and I loved it. last year we went back there for my birthday but it turned out to be kind of eerie. it made me think of all my wasted time getting stoned, drinking, chasing tail, and delivering pizzas
that’s it for me, I hoped you enjoyed storytime with yaz.