Monday, February 23, 2009

The Boilermaker

I was a boiler maker. I worked for T, an old guy, making concrete mixers. T would always be telling stories, standing over you and shouting if you did something wrong. T would tell his stories to the two of us who were boiler makers. He wouldn't tell anything to the welders. It was like they weren't worthy. One day, T left and everything fell in a heap.

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