September 28, 2014

Hireling I hired him, the pipe-kid.  Why not?  He's better than I, and he's used to working for nothing.  I know he's good because he crosses his eyes and makes a kissy-face while he's shaping.  And he hasn't burned a fingernail yet.  Thing is, he'll just sit there forever, buzzing away, but it's me who has to stand up after.  And he's slower.  Should have known: you get what you pay for.