There was no way in hell I was    
going back to that trailer. Maybe I    
should burn it down? Maybe wait until  
someone else moved in, I fantasized,   
but snapped myself out of it,          
reluctantly.                           
     The girl who hired me was in the  
middle of telling me, I had to take a  
couple classes first.                  
     “We want to make sure you know    
what you’re getting people to sign. You
know, in case they have questions, and 
also about the Initiative Process      
itself.                                
     “Also, how you’ll get paid, and   
all that other administrative stuff.   
Unfortunately, it’s required, before   
we’ll pay you for signatures, but we do
pay you to take the classes,” she said,
and then smiled sweetly, adding,       
* “That’s something anyway.”               
     Four hours later, I was out on the
street getting signatures. The first   
guy I talked to, after listening to my 
whole spiel, squinted his eyes and     
said, “What?”                          
     I explained it to him again.      
     “Oh, you mean farm animals? You’re
trying to save the farm animals? Save  
them from what exactly?”               
     Farm animals, I thought, and      
almost said something inappropriate    
like, “You’re an idiot,” but instead   
decided to go for something off the    
left field wall.                       
     Twisting my fantasies around, and 
making them funny, sometimes got people
laughing and listening to me before, so
why not now?                           
     “It’s the cows, man.”             
     “The cows?”                       



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