The teaching job sucked, and I felt like a full-time baby-sitter; so much for that career and four-year degree being of much use. The job lasted me six months before I said fuck it and quit. When misery is found, make better; this is what I always say. Two weeks later I started an office job at Mills & Tucker Insurance. I was an assistant’s monkey boy. My duties entailed proofing insurance letters, filing, buying office supplies, making coffee, and … frequently getting banged by my immediate supervisor over the Xerox copier. The bottom-banger just happened to be Coop, my long-time crush; a rather pleasurable fringe benefit that came with the job. It was typical sexual harassment in an office setting that was accomplished by Coop: “Mr. Blue, can you please bend over and pick up my Waterman?” “Mr. Blue, I think you’ve been working out … Let me touch your bicep.” “Mr.
