LFO
12-30-2008, 03:57 PM
I'm not very sure what to do about this piece of writing I have here. I love it, I love it muchly, but I'm not sure where I want to take it :/ Suggestions? Critiques?
See, all I wanted to be was a simple businessman.
My father was a business man. He sold whatever people wanted to buy. He told people whatever they wanted to hear. You know those TV commercials? The 'Oxy Clean' guy shouting, 'I GUARANTEE YOU' this and 'I GUARANTEE YOU' that. 'LOW LOW PRICES,' 'WITHIN THE NEXT 20 MINUTES.' People would just eat it all up...you'd watch those twenty minutes go by...three hundred, four hundred, a thousand sales, more, within twenty minutes. Then they closed shop. No more calls after that initial twenty.
It would go on like that for days. Months. We would move to a new town, make a new shoot, etc etc. My father never liked to stay in one place after the business.
My mom...she was a nurse. Basically, anywhere we went there was work for her. Wasn't always the best paying job, but with her saving people, and my father out 'selling products,' I was left to fend for myself at home. I learned how to cook, how to clean, how to fold my laundry properly, everything I needed to be a 'mom,' per se. I Mom-ed myself like that every house we moved into. My own mother complimented me on how nicely folded her socks were, that they magically appear in her dresser.
See, all I wanted to be was a simple businessman.
My father was a business man. He sold whatever people wanted to buy. He told people whatever they wanted to hear. You know those TV commercials? The 'Oxy Clean' guy shouting, 'I GUARANTEE YOU' this and 'I GUARANTEE YOU' that. 'LOW LOW PRICES,' 'WITHIN THE NEXT 20 MINUTES.' People would just eat it all up...you'd watch those twenty minutes go by...three hundred, four hundred, a thousand sales, more, within twenty minutes. Then they closed shop. No more calls after that initial twenty.
It would go on like that for days. Months. We would move to a new town, make a new shoot, etc etc. My father never liked to stay in one place after the business.
My mom...she was a nurse. Basically, anywhere we went there was work for her. Wasn't always the best paying job, but with her saving people, and my father out 'selling products,' I was left to fend for myself at home. I learned how to cook, how to clean, how to fold my laundry properly, everything I needed to be a 'mom,' per se. I Mom-ed myself like that every house we moved into. My own mother complimented me on how nicely folded her socks were, that they magically appear in her dresser.