Topix Underground

Working in our family shop was like being in hell. It was in the worst ghetto; razor wire, cages over the windows. Like a war zone. Inside the building was worse. It was so miserable that at lunch, everyone, even the managers would rush down to the cop bar on the corner and slam as much liquor as possible in 29 minutes and then rush back and jump on the presses or saws. It was all OSHA approved.
What a miserable place to waste a life.