I'm The Second Toughest Man I've Ever Known.

But at least he didn't name me Sue.

My old man just got home, and I said "I've worked 22 hours in the past 2 days. at this rate, I'll be off by Thursday afternoon!"

I paused, anxious as he finished his drink of juice.

"I've got 24."

"Huh?" I asked, as bewildered as old Gee Dubya.

"12 today, and twelve yesterday. I've got to work twelve tomorrow too."

A long pause.

"Well," I said, "you're getting paid, right?"

"Oh yea, I'm getting paid."



At least he didn't name me Sue.

Motherfucker is almost 65 years old.

A funeral director, my old man is. He was an EMT (I might show you the pic, someday) and an anti-tank missle something or other for a big defense company. Dude used to ride the bus from Farmington to Berkley (where my sign shop was) To work at McDonalds. 1.5 hours each way.

Beat that.