I used to love my job. Love it. I worked for my favorite entertainment company in the world.
I would’ve paid to work there.
I made friends at work. And on weekends we’d even get together and play poker. Sometimes we’d even travel on vacations together.
My boss would yell at me but I could ignore him.
So I forgive you.
I loved the work I was doing. What could be better than being paid to interview prostitutes and drug dealers at three in the morning in the sleaziest most dangerous parts of New York City.
I was chased once with a knife. I once had a bottle thrown at me. I had guards at transvestite clubs chase me. And I had…
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