Thursday, June 11, 2015

The Daily Grind

1Everybody has a day job. You've got something you do to pay for all the things you need, and on top of that, you have to pay for a place to keep all the things you need. It's a vicious circle. And it's made no less vicious when that day job is actually a night job, and instead of sorting mail or sitting at a desk, you're destroying the hopes and dreams of nightmares.

Seriously, it's a rotten grind. Yes, that pun was totally intended. Here's the thing: as scary as these things try to be, they've got no imagination of their own to speak of. Sure, once in a blue moon, you get a little beastie who thinks he's cute because he figured out how to shapeshift and morph himself into whatever new horrible thing Stephen King or what's-his-face has come up with, but if you keep up on your homework and fully stocked on all sorts of "silver bullets" (few of them actually silver or bullety), it turns into utter drudgery.

Sure, I could be one of those lazy hunters, drunk or stoned half the time and lazy or incompetent the rest of it, but hey, I've got my honor, my code, my sense of decorum and decency, and a bloody reputation to maintain, so by golly I'll do the job right.

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