BSWZ
And yes, there is no corner of the BSWZ that we’ve yet to trudge through and overcome. And we shall continue to overcome. I plan next year to write more. Within the frame of my 31st Januarys, I plan to finally put to paper the BSWZ. The true spark of Springsteenian knowledge, possibly diploma, given to me when I hung that piece of oddly shaped cast iron component of a whole, oddly resembling the end of myself, on an assembly rod to be painted as I hung with men two-to-four times my age, half-disillusioned. I then somehow was “volunteered” after eight hours of non-verbal crap shooting to drive the men back to the “Work Today, Get Paid Today” paint-peeled 1970s sign to indeed “get paid”, pile back into the car to sign our checks in half-frozen complimentary pens in the dead backdrop of FeBROary to proceed down the road to “get cashed” at all manner of half-boarded up convenience stores and makeshift one-stops with six layers of hand painted ’70s inspired signs of their own. I was always given the simplest of instructions, “Wait in the car. I’ll be back in a sec.” Waiting in a car is easy, but never preferred by a naive early-20 dumpling, whitest of white bread boy in parts of Kansas City, Mo USA that have yet to be discovered in the many years of land management since our homeboys Lewis and Clark….
-djg