Vampires, pt. 1
Note: I am prone to exaggeration and hyperbole. While the two are closely associated, I have to distinguish between the two. When I say exaggeration, I mean adding some things that didn’t happen to make a story funnier. When I say hyperbole, I mean saying something is “the best/worst/craziest thing ever.” I say this first to acknowledge this, and so that I can be honest when I say this story is 100% true and the craziest thing that has ever happened to me. This story is true. I have changed the names of places, and that’s it. And this is part one of an inconsistent yet ongoing series of posts I will do about how much I hate vampires.
I was going to write a post on real vampires vs. movie vampires and then how much I hate vampires. I was going to compare the ever popular Edward Cullen to Phil the Vampire, but then I remembered…not everyone knows Phil the Vampire. As I have moved back home and left my college life behind me (sadly), I have a whole new set of friends to whom I can tell this story. And now that I (sort of) have a new Internet community of friends (seriously, I’m AWESOME on Twitter), I have a whole new audience to share this story with. So, here goes. The story of Phil the Vampire.
As a junior in college, I got a job. I have worked a lot of different jobs, and almost all of them were terrible. This job was no different. I was a cook at a late night chicken wing delivery place. This was bad for several reason. One, because the hours sucked. Two, because it gave me unlimited access to free chicken wings. The owner may or may not have not allowed that, but he also may or may not have wound up going to jail for a bunch of illegal tax evasion stuff. Three, a vampire worked there. Continue reading “Vampires, pt. 1”