my first job ever was working maintenance at the high school that i graduated from.  it was a summer gig, one that i did after my junior and senior years there.  i made five bucks an hour that first year and a whole five-fifty the year after that.  i was rolling, like for real. 

the guy i worked with the most was named jose, a guy from michoacan down in central mexico who still works there at st. mark's and who i see every once in a while.  his son is at SM now, playing ball and wrestling and in the wrestling room here lately,  he's been my workout partner.  he's a big kid, with about six inches and fifty pounds on me and like i said, he's a sophomore, so he's pretty green and most of the time i'm able to use my experience to get an edge on him.  

so anyways, i'm talking to jose today and saying that he's getting better, but i'm still beating him pretty good and he says to me "en los anos que vienen, you nogannadonathing."

it was genius.