Suburbia is a terrible place compared to Chicago, where I once was until running out of funds... Somehow when in the city I was able to find part-time work that had some particular harmony with my class schedule- currently have three online classes, and one physical class that meets twice a week and I am now jobless because of this.
The only work I was able to find happened to be landscaping- not complaining. I kept the majority of the check, and made my own hours (which is why I'm still confused to the 12+ hour days from last week). The sun nearly killed me, and made me 'jones' so much more for a delicious barley-pop at the end of the work day. Had it not been for the music blasting and pissing off all the neighbors, I may have ended my own life in that backyard with the chainsaw while cutting down trees. The 'drug' of choice for the day- Blur. Song that often found itself played for the week- Country House.
Listen to the lyrics, or look them up (sort of hard to understand) and you'll understand my love for this song- especially when these people sat inside drinking beer and watching us bust our ass. They didn't attempt to landscape for the last three years- three years worth of weeds and shit all over the place.
Which brings me to a better point. After a hard days work, all you want is a cold drink- my drink was beer and we found it for cheap at a local watering hole. Ray's Evergreen Tavern had bags, bocce ball and food 'n drink for cheaper than I've ever managed to find in the city.
I constantly bitch and moan about being here in the suburbs, but beers for a buck tacos for 25 cents and a bar filled with lawn games- I was in temporary heaven. It also helped that the place was overflowing with women from 21-40 something. Another reason I love the summer time.
The food wasn't bad by any means, especially for the price. And, I'll never complain about a beer that's under two bucks- regardless of the label it carries.
On a complete and random side note, we read some Keen articles this week cover amateurs and the web, and plagiarism... If you're at the bar spouting lines from movies at women, don't play them off as your own. Especially when everyone around you... and the girl know it isn't your own. You thought it was hilarious, we all thought you were an ass. You provided countless hours of entertainment for us- even more so when you threw up in your sandals and dropped a bocce ball on your toe. Thanks.
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Lots of worthy material embedded (and that's the key term here) in this post. Please find a way (check out my NMB) to highlight the material--making it easier to scan.
Along those lines, you should develop a template. Do not ramble in narrative fashion. You can use narrative blocks, but associate those with discrete topics and lead sentences.
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