I work with the dead, but I am working for the living.
Amazing.” Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out. “Score one for your honker.” “Thanks, I think.” I cocked my chin at Hi’s substantial midsection. “Nice abs.” “Yeah, I work out twice a month. No expectations. But stop hitting on me, it’s embarrassing.
Everyone’s gone mad, typing to themselves all day long like mindless robots.
Who's going to rob us? A crackhead crab? A jellyfish junkie?
I've never lost my capacity to be shocked.
At first I probably seem very abrupt, but I like efficiency. There's work and there's play, and I always think: 'Let's get the work over with so we can thoroughly enjoy the play.