Monday, October 10, 2005

 
Mr R's Capital Story


Buck a day wasn't that bad in the Depression. Be a long one, but we'd
get five at the end!

Bus left Church and Chapel six am on the button.

Slept the first part,through the crappy neighborhoods.

When I woke up,pretty hills,then foothills in the fog.
Sun getting through. Nice! Guys warmed up too, joking. Innocent stuff.

Well we got there to a mob. Smashed into the bus and beat the living shit
out of all of us! Mostly fists. Baseball bats came apart. Strike.

So we get back to New Haven, bloody and moaning. No money of course.
Have to work for that.
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Memo to Dr Y breaking in Dr G from Rangoon. Don't hit him. Goons of
Globalism sweep in too fast.

Join the Teamsters. Won't be the only PhD.


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