on showing up to deliver

and facing a four legged piss missile

People have asked me Jimmy, how do you do it? How do you show up and write every day? You gotta just be some sort of freak to keep coming up with stuff.

In reality?

I’ve got nothing to offer the world.

I’m spending twelve hours per day in a big metal delivery van.

It rattles and vibrates and is filled with drafts.

Going slow around town, the damn thing manages to heat up.

The entire process is grinding me down. It takes effort just to ride in the damn thing.

Then there’s all of the lifting and delivering part.

It’s not all mechanical deliveries though.

Me and Ricky have laughs. We tell a lot of jokes and talk a lot of shit about the people we serve.

Over the course of a day, I come up with funny ideas and stories to tell, but by the end of the day, I’m ground down and spent. There’s nothing left.

We delivery people can be pretty petty.

Steps aren’t shoveled?

I’m not walking up them. You can pick up your shit at the bottom of the stairs. Enjoy putting your boots on arsehole - and while you’re at …