i work for a website called www.patch.com. it is a local news website owned by AOL.

i am having trouble typing.

for some reason i am told it is a perfect job. i wake up around noon and go to bed around 3am and feel like shit if i wake up before 11am. i go to stores and i take pictures of the store, i take pictures of the outside of the store, then i go inside and try to talk to someone. i try to get information about the store. i tell them i'm writing local business directory listings for a website called patch.com and that it's a free thing we do and that it's free advertising for them and maybe they could let me take inside pictures or maybe answer some questions. most people think i'm lying or selling things but sometimes people are very nice to me. i hate my job.

today a sweaty used car dealership man grilled me. he wouldn't answer any questions. he let me take pictures of his business, which i would have done regardless. i went down the street and talked to another used car dealership, this one looked larger and more legitimate, but the owner said he would 'discuss it with his partner' and looked very serious. i kept waiting for him to say more, so i kept saying more, but he didn't. he said he would email me if he was interested. tomorrow i am going to park across the street to take pictures.

here are some pictures i took for the website which i'm not sure i'm allowed to actually share but i am going to anyway:






most of the places i've been to were pizza places. levittown is full of pizza places and used car dealerships and bad real estate offices. it is cheap and run down and nobody has any more or any reason to fix anything. there are some nice places, the nice-looking places are nice to me.

once i was kicked out of a pizza place by a fat man in a football jersey. i wanted to call him a pizza jockey and an ape but i didn't.