Why bake? Couldn’t get a job. Work’s like that, he says, there are bad times. Everything’s like that, he says. There are bad times. Who’s the tear for? The tattoo by his right eye. For my son, he says. Who died when he was two months old. That’s all he’ll say about that. This next job will be better, he says. -An Instagram essay by Jeff Sharlet. #longreads blog.longreads/2014/10/01/nightshift-excerpts-from-an-instagram-essay/
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