I met with a guy named Harry, who’s started a refinishing business. I’d hoped I was done with chemical stripper, but he’s offering $5 an hour and we’ll be working in people’s houses rather than in a garage. The interview was held at Harry’s apartment, a big clean place, nicely decorated but with the TV on. His wife was at work, and after asking me a few questions, he offered me a beer. Then he rolled a joint, and I thought, Great, I’ve found a job.
