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A History of Jacke in 100 Objects #24 – The Rope
I didn’t like my new boss much. On my first day he had me scraping tar off the inside walls of his truck, ten hours in a hot, enclosed space breathing in noxious odors. The second day he blasted “beer farts” all the way to Skokie and back, and I had to sit next to Continue reading
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A History of Jacke in 100 Objects #20: The Sign
I was in my twenties and working yet another dead end job. You know how it is. Overworked. Overtired. Undervalued. I simply could not believe that this was all there was to life. And then what? Death. Oblivion. So it was this and then that. Wow. Or was there a Heaven to look forward to? Continue reading
Jacke Wilson 