Vincent Jenkins
Everyone looks at the world around them and can easily point out the obvious absurdities and contradictions to what is known as normal. But what about those strange thoughts and observations that you cannot explain, but subconsciously know to be true? And if you shared these strange views, would that not elicit the response, "where the &%$#!! did you get that from?!" This book is dedicated to you...you are not alone!
Despite this book''s somewhat skewed outlook of life in the modern world, the author has spent his life making an ordinary living as a administrative secretary. However, while applying his skills at various trades he discovered the true chaos that makes the structured worlds of investment banking, non-profit organizations, publishing, and local radio stations. Unable to ease the stress of discovering this reality by taking Tibetan martial arts as a hobby, he eventually gave in to his "slightly crazy" sense of humor born of a New York police detective father and a South Carolina Bell telephone operator mother....the result being this book.
-- You can talk all you want about the exploitation of the American working man by the "fat cats". But no matter how much you hate the wealthy class, when you stay at a good hotel on the company’s expense, you hit that Room Service button for everything it’s got!
-- No matter how big a "jazz buff" you are; no matter how "off the corner" a brother/sister you claim to be when it comes to "soul music"; I defy anyone to tell me the exactly what the hell the words are to an Anita Baker song by listening only.
-- If you’re a parent of little one who loves to listen to a favorite children’s record over and Over, and OVER again; you periodically hide the record and lie like a rug, saying "I can’t find it baby. Let’s put on a better record until we find the old one."
-- No matter how much you deny it; there will always be a part of you that regrets not being a shameless bastard and sleeping with your prom date’s sister when you had the shot.
-- No matter how big and/or strong you are, when your girlfriend/wife is going through "that time of month" you suddenly find yourself peeking around corners and walking on tiptoes.
-- When you run out of clean underwear on Wednesday, or have a chance meeting with a sexy lady while wearing a severely wrinkled shirt and 2 day stubble, you realize Mom was right about "neatness always counts" and pray you never have to admit it to her.
