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it is curious what a costume can do, too... i started working life as a policeman [aghast! yes it's true] and i remember the first day, walking down the suburban road toward the train on the way to work, a spotty nineteen year old wet behind the ears (all those cliches), i was young, anyway, and people nodded and murmured, 'morning, sir.' i was shocked a little at first, until it sank in - but i remember the discord with how i thought of myself as against what i was perceived to be by my fellows. titles represent things easily for us, denote a set - whereby prejudices might emerge. but the labels can be useful on occasion, so how to balance these?
on funny names, one boring night shift in said occupation i looked thru the phone book and found the name: mcgherkinsquirter always liked that one... almost as good as colin pitchfork, a name i had to call as a tele-marketer. oh, life.... |
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