polyphony.

lookin thru an old poetry book of mine.

this is the beginning of a poem i wrote about 3 years ago, maybe more.



cats had issues with their religion.
figured i'd share.

anyway.

lemme talk about this past friday.

i'm about to roll, and my boss (jose) calls me over. he's like, "when we hire you permanently in 65 days..."

the temp agency i got this job thru said it was a possibility that i get put on, after 90 days.
so i'm hype already.


"when we hire you permanently in 65 days, what kind of salary are you looking for?"

whoa!
i aint know what to say, really.
he told me to tell him on monday.

that's what's up dog. i get the feeling that i'm important there, already, because of all the things i have learned how to do in such a short period of time. i pretty much know all the basics about the business, and i understand the different priorities of things.

so. since i'ma be salaried.
i'm looking for a better car come january. either that or i'm getting a really fly apt.

i think i wanted to write more, but i have a phone call to make, and it's getting late.
later.