Red Mosquito

VinylGuy wrote:Soccer Field caretaker

bodysnatcher wrote:I forgot silkscreen shirt production but I was 21

doug rr wrote:

bodysnatcher wrote:I forgot silkscreen shirt production but I was 21

what was your most memorable shirt?

Ello Sailor wrote:

VinylGuy wrote:Soccer Field caretaker

Wtf? That's rad as hell.

Jorge wrote:Webmaster for my uncle's real estate company
Video store clerk
Receptionist at a tourist hostel
Call center agent
Quality analyst at same call center

Vitalogist wrote:Worked at a hotel… been there ever since. Now I’m the manager of the whole deal.

Carl Sandburg wrote:There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

tommy wrote:

Vitalogist wrote:Worked at a hotel… been there ever since. Now I’m the manager of the whole deal.

Do any of the rooms need painting?

Vitalogist wrote:

tommy wrote:

Vitalogist wrote:Worked at a hotel… been there ever since. Now I’m the manager of the whole deal.

Do any of the rooms need painting?

I think they all need new colors, and I keep pressing for it, but there’s no budget for it.

tragabigzanda wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Student hire can’t remember the title for the Federal Government

Clinton intern

spike wrote:

tragabigzanda wrote:

lennytheweedwhacker wrote:Student hire can’t remember the title for the Federal Government

Clinton intern

Another piece of the puzzle falls in place.