Yeah.
Those were the days...
Anyway... I was that kid. The freckly faced pimply kid. Got a couple TV spots too. One was for some Tyco glow-in-the-dark bullshit. Do you know how hard it is to stand there and act batshit crazy about it when I already got to play with it for 5 hours with some other dickhead kid who I'll never see again? All because some dickwad didn't know how to "white balance" his camera.
Anyway, yeah... I keep getting off track. So, I did pretty good with the catalogs. My friends started calling me "Sears Catalog" because that was my main job.
But one day, I was a part of some kids workshop, and we had to talk to other kids and go on some weird field trip to the local shopping mall.
At such a young age, it's very possible that, all things considered, my ego might have been a bit on the enormous side-- considering all the "work" I was getting, and privileges I had been accruing. So when I happened upon the kid MY age that was playing an Orange Julius mascot, I knew I had to upstage him.
---An excerpt from chapter 1: "A Private Matter"
from the book "Pants Tycoon: The eventual life of Husky Snugfit"
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