I’m All Out of Hustle

But what’s that Beckett phrase? I can’t go on, I go on…

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When I was on the verge of turning thirteen, I had three jobs. Twice a week, I held a tiny infant in my arms, frightened I’d ignore the baby, drop the baby, kill the baby. Wondering why they wailed on the level of pieta because they had it so easy. Every weekend, I was on my knees scrubbing floors and toilets, and when I …