Fabie and I would engage in polite pithy small …”Ciao, Buongiorno…” Craving more depth from this Fabie if he would be willing to enrich our bond and to Italian word each day. I would see young Fabie…while I practiced Tai Chi to recirculate the blood flow to…. …incapacitated…my time in Italy I formed a parents cultivated and slaughtered chickens…early morning deliveries. Sweatshop children.Ī partial reconstruction of the last page of chapter 8 of The You You Are by Ricken Hale, with possible content suggestions. Sex workers (prostitutes, to the layman). It applies equally to persons of all vocations: Artists. And the only thing that could get him out is a simple word with only two letters in it: “No.” But this is not only true of concessions workers. He will never know that he is the only thing keeping him behind that counter. And this is the great tragedy of Alan Miller from the Idaho movie concessions stand. Imagine, for instance, if our tragic concessions worker (whose name, I have since learned, is Alan Miller) awoke one day, and instead of coming in for his shift, simply said, “No?” What if, when someone asked him for Lalabees, his answer was a firm and confident “No?” I imagine the thought never occurred to him. Your job needs you, not the other way around. Most were beggars themselves, yet they were happy, and so, for that summer, was I. But I’ve lived abroad as a vagrant, abstaining from my own money to rely on the charity of strangers.
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