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I bent and started picking them up.

Three hours in, and my back and knees and arms and shoulders were killing me. I remembered my dad and his cronies sitting out on the porch behind the Laurel Canyon house, sipping bourbon and water and playing Worst Job Ever. Worst Job Ever. All trying to one-up the others. All trying to one-up the others.

Gas-pump jockey.

Bellhop.

Stable boy.



Cabby.

Janitor.

Cow inseminator.

Night watchman.

High school teacher.

That last one from my dad. The trump that beat everyone and ended the game in laughter. Nearly all of them having been public school teachers at some time or other before they got involved with the movie business.

Wish I could get a round of that game going. Put some money on it. I'd clean up.

s.h.i.+tbag flinger.

-Ho, who's that on s.h.i.+tbag duty?

I looked up at the guy coming down the alley tying himself into a Tyvek.

-Who's the man behind the mask?

He came close, tugging at the shoulder seams of the Tyvek, trying to get the garment to give some breathing room to the thick muscle wadded around his neck and arms and torso.

He stopped.

-Hey. Who? Who the f.u.c.k are you?

I tossed a bag of s.h.i.+t into the bin.

-Who the f.u.c.k are you you ? ?

He ducked his head back.

-What?

I pointed at my face.

-Sorry, I got this mask on, it must have garbled my use of the spoken word. Allow me to employ sign language.

I crooked my index finger into a question mark.

-Who.

I held up my middle finger.

-The f.u.c.k.

I pointed at him.

-Are you?

He pushed his head forward.

-The f.u.c.k you think you are?

I shook my head.

-No, see, we're still having communication problems here. It must be because I'm speaking English and you're speaking d.i.c.kanese.

He grabbed the finger I had aimed at him and pulled up on it.

-What?

Pain shot up my arm and my knees started to fold. I quickly calculated how much harder it would be to fling s.h.i.+t with one of my index fingers snapped off, and how much longer it would take to pay off Chev's new cellphone, and made a strategic decision about how to handle the situation.

-Whoa, whoa, man! Whoa, my bad! Just foolin' around! That hurts, man. Easy big guy, my bad. Uncle. Uncle!

He gave my finger a twist and let go.

-That's right you call uncle. f.u.c.k with me, smart a.s.s.

I flexed the finger, making sure it would still fling s.h.i.+t.

-Yeah, that's me, smart a.s.s. It's a habit.

He tilted his head as far as his neck would allow.

-You still trying to be funny?

I shook my head.

-No, man, I'm not. Seriously. I mean, I wasn't trying to be funny in the first place, I was just trying to communicate on your level. Sincerely.

He grabbed my finger again and I went to my knees in the little bags of s.h.i.+t, many of them popping open under me. From the corner of my eye I saw several roaches that had been clinging to me bailing off, abandoning the s.h.i.+p that was clearly going down.

He added torque to the back pressure on the finger and I fell to my side in the s.h.i.+tbags.

He stood over me, straddling my body and the c.r.a.p piled beneath me.

-Man, you are funny. You are so f.u.c.king funny, you know what I did, you're so funny?

I writhed, trying to take some of the tension off my finger.

He gave it a jerk.

-I said, You know what I did, you're so funny? You know what I did, you're so funny?

-No, no, man, I don't. Please, please tell me.

He leaned down, putting his pocked face in mine, his breath fogging the lenses of my goggles.

-I forgot to laugh, that's how funny you are.

-Knock that s.h.i.+t off.

The guy looked at Po Sin, coming out the service exit at the back of the hotel, pus.h.i.+ng a hand truck stacked with rotting cardboard boxes.

-Uncle, who the f.u.c.k is this?

Po Sin pointed.

-Let go his finger, Dingbang.

He let go of my finger and turned.

-Man, Uncle, don't call me that. Told you my handle's Bang. Just Bang.

Po Sin lifted the mask from his face, flicking a couple roaches from the exposed skin.

-OK, Just Bang.

-No. Just. Bang. Not Just Bang. Man.

Po Sin looked at me.

-Just Bang Man. It's like he's asking for trouble.

I laughed.

Bang turned.

-What you laughing at, s.h.i.+tbag? Lying in a pile of s.h.i.+t. What's so f.u.c.king funny about that?

Po Sin came over and offered his hand to me, looking at Bang.

-Go home, Nephew.

-What the f.u.c.k, man. I'm here. I'm ready to work.

Po Sin gave my arm a tug and it almost came clear of its socket as he hauled me up.

-Job started three hours ago.

-Told you I was gonna be late.

-No you didn't.

-I did. I called Aunt Lei and she said she'd tell you.

-No you didn't. And don't bring your aunt into it.

Po Sin pointed at the bags scattered at our feet and looked at me.

-Get these in the bin and change into a Tyvek with no s.h.i.+t on it, Web.

Bang pointed at me.

-Who the f.u.c.k is he?

Po Sin put a hand on his shoulder and turned him toward the end of the alley.

-He's the guy who got here on time this morning.

Bang stood his ground.

-Bulls.h.i.+t, man. That's bulls.h.i.+t. This is my job.

Po Sin leaned slightly, putting his weight behind his hand, and moved Bang off his ground and down the alley.

-That was was your job, until you didn't spend last night at the shop like you were supposed to. That your job, until you didn't spend last night at the shop like you were supposed to. That was was your job until the van got plastered with paint because no one was there keeping an eye on things. your job until the van got plastered with paint because no one was there keeping an eye on things.

-I was in court yesterday. I told you. I had a violation. f.u.c.king cop pulled me over because I'm Asian. Total profiling.

-He give you a DUI because you're Asian?

-f.u.c.k does that matter? That's not the point. He had no reason to pull me over in the first place. I was driving fine. He wasn't profiling for Asians, he never would have known I had an open container. And that's not the f.u.c.king point anyway. I had court. I told you I had court.

Po Sin propelled him farther down the alley.

-You didn't tell me.

-I did! I did! I called! And after court I had to go explain it to my mom and she got upset and didn't want me to drive because she didn't understand that it was OK, that I hadn't been suspended and I called to tell you I couldn't be at the shop, man.

-No you didn't.

Bang dug in his heels and shrugged off his uncle's hand.

-f.u.c.k your hand off me anyway. I do all the s.h.i.+t work! All of it! You, that f.u.c.king round-eye Gabe, you never pull your weight. Not that anyone could pull your weight.

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