My coolest job was when I was 12 and I was a dishwasher at the Three Pigs Bar-B-Que for $2. 50 an hour. All the fleabags and stoners worked there, so that’s where I wanted to be.
We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served.