the smell of pubs and magazines
well, yesterday i went across the city-side, enthusiastically starting my new job.... well for the first three hours. On the weekend i scored a new job, with beat magazine. Ever heard of it? Yeah, its like a real big free street based mag, with heaps of rad stuff in it. anyway, for me to do this, deliver that is, i have to get up at a wonderful 3:45 in the morning, to get to richmond by 4:20 to pick up 2100 papers to deliver to all the western suburbs. Do you think im crazy? Well its not all that bad.
the pay is good, its just that the first few rounds of doing it will be terrible, due to me not knowing where any of the places that i have to deliver too. that is exactly what happened this first run. I got so frustrated, cause i had no idea where these darn places were.
One place, i got terribly flustered because i had to lug 60 of these magazines over like a kilometre. This was because the traffic was peak hour cause i got there so late.
I just wanted to talk to someone, cause i hadnt spoken to anyone that whole day. I sat there, on the papers, looking up at the sky, wondering if anyone would call. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and it was God. He asked if i would walk with him, to have a chat. I gratefully shook his hand and gave him a big nod. We talked all the way to the car, then he asked if he could travel with me, i of course said yes.
We spoke about sunsets and slurpies and how he made all the stars just to dazzle us. we cruised to the sounds of underoath, bobbing our heads with the windows down. We took turns with who would take the papers into the shops. Sometimes i had to drag him out of the pubs because he wanted to talk to the alcoholics.
He is a great guy... do you know him? He told me we didnt speak enough. He told me i put too much dependence on my friends and my things. He cut right to the core. Tears were shed, a red tissue was exchanged from God to me to wipe them away. I told him i would try to put my trust more in him, because now im starting to learn how much he really loves me.
God met me where i was at, with papercuts and blisters; with the smell of pubs and magazines.
the pay is good, its just that the first few rounds of doing it will be terrible, due to me not knowing where any of the places that i have to deliver too. that is exactly what happened this first run. I got so frustrated, cause i had no idea where these darn places were.
One place, i got terribly flustered because i had to lug 60 of these magazines over like a kilometre. This was because the traffic was peak hour cause i got there so late.
I just wanted to talk to someone, cause i hadnt spoken to anyone that whole day. I sat there, on the papers, looking up at the sky, wondering if anyone would call. Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and it was God. He asked if i would walk with him, to have a chat. I gratefully shook his hand and gave him a big nod. We talked all the way to the car, then he asked if he could travel with me, i of course said yes.
We spoke about sunsets and slurpies and how he made all the stars just to dazzle us. we cruised to the sounds of underoath, bobbing our heads with the windows down. We took turns with who would take the papers into the shops. Sometimes i had to drag him out of the pubs because he wanted to talk to the alcoholics.
He is a great guy... do you know him? He told me we didnt speak enough. He told me i put too much dependence on my friends and my things. He cut right to the core. Tears were shed, a red tissue was exchanged from God to me to wipe them away. I told him i would try to put my trust more in him, because now im starting to learn how much he really loves me.
God met me where i was at, with papercuts and blisters; with the smell of pubs and magazines.
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