I've been reading about a lot of Punk lately

Why do I get fired? Because I'm a punk. I push boundaries, challenge convention, become defiant to authority.

The first time I was fired was from a job working as a security guard for the gated community Pepperwood in Sandy, UT. All of my friends had lived there and I protected them. Green uniform, clip board and pen.

Actually, a few of my friends living there worked with me. We all sort of made the rounds thru the Pepperwood guard shacks during high school. There were two, an East and a West Gate. The East Gate was stoic, cold, a spartan tiny office with stairs down to a bathroom. East was usually much more quiet than the West Gate. Which was an older, larger building. With a large desk, space to stretch out, recline and watch for the cars to come up the hill and past the church.

Both had TV's of course, security camera's, a resident lane. A visitor lane that you faced, and an exit behind you. It was our job to right down the names of people that were visiting other people on streets with names like Shadow Wood, Windsong, and Apple Hill Circle. I was vigilant and complacent at the same time somehow.

So anyway, the big transgression that was the climax of that outfit was asking my friend to work for me, who didn't actually work there any longer, technically. He used to work there, I couldn't cover my shift easily, so I just paid him the $80 bucks, or whatever it was and he worked my swing shift. I'm pretty sure he still even had his own uniform. Then I went on a date or something. Hopefully I got laid that night, I can't remember.

My manager got word, called me up and confronted me about it. Well, I wasn't the first to pull this stunt at the shack, I can tell you that, but I didn't tell him cause I'm no stool pigeon! I think I said something like, "I tried to get it covered, I called around."

"Did you call me?", his reply.

"Yeah"

"No, you didn't", he said flatly.

"Yeah, you're right" Peace out!