Once I got out of Prison I tried for a Pizza Delivery job; I aimed low, but evidently not low enough.

Sketchy Guy Who Works at the Adult Bookstore says:

Friends ask me why I just don't get another job. Yeah, that would be nice, if more places were open to hiring recently-paroled felons. I made a mistake, and now I am in the Purgatory of this Adult Bookstore, tormented by Lost Souls Who Want Extreme Porn...

Of course, I didn't do myself any favors by getting the prison tattoos on my neck and hands; let's just say in prison you gotta show your allegiances. Funny, though: some chicks dig it, but I sure ain't ever gonna be invited to meet their parents...

Once I got out of Prison I tried for a Pizza Delivery job; I aimed low, but evidently not low enough. Unfortunately I answered honestly if I had ever been arrested for a DUI; however, I DID lie about how many times -- three seems a lot more respectable than seven. Look: I can deliver a fucking pizza without getting drunk, but -- looking back -- maybe I couldn't. Dealing with impatiently arrogant assholes makes me drink, and thankfully at the Adult Bookstore you don't get the arrogant, you get the ashamed...

So I work here and pay my bills, and pay for the roof over my head, even if the homeless crap on my building's doorstep. To my neighbors I'm the Sketchy Guy Who Works at the Adult Bookstore, but I can live with that. I have the occasional drink or five at the local dive bar, and I mostly stay out of trouble. I don't ask for favors, and I don't expect any: I just want to keep to myself, and I'll be fine, even if I have to obsessively wash my hands twenty times a day...

I am Laslo.

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