Today I accompanied one of my housemates, AJ , on one of his routine stops for his work with Namco, as a route manager. He maintains game locations all over middle Tennessee, and a few in other states. He brings children some joy all throughout the region, but mostly he leaves them sullen and disappointed for wasting their money on his rigged game machines. No doubt in my mind that some of the kids, especially at this specific location, are going to wind up meth addled slot machine addicts due to the insidious work he does.
Anyway, He had previously told me what a successful location looks like and how it performs. Now it was time for me to see it action.
We harvested the chedda, which on the ride back we couldn’t help but ponder about, “How many of these singles collected have spent at least a portion of their life in a strip club?” We then reached for the readily available hand sanitizer kept in the van.
I got to watch him count cash in a bill counter, which took me back to my coke running days in Miami, and then the big bust that would change it all… thrust me into witness protection and turn me into a wannabe photographer and pizza addict that is living in Clarksville, Tennessee. So here I am!
…but I digress…
He stocked the machines, play tested the games, wipes down the cabinets, and he even taped one off because it was broken. I advised against this, as you could still probably harvest some cash from people that would then be too lazy to call the number on the machine for a refund. He’s not willing to be as sly as me though…or maybe he’s just a better person? Idk.
Then we went and deposited the money at the bank, where ol’ Andrew is so renown that the clerks let us take all the suckers we wanted. Then we ate them all in the van and wondered why we didn’t feel good.
It’s not much, but its honest work.
Peep the last two pics for additional photos of AJ in his other gigs: voguing as an amateur model, and then throwing down a dank message over the book of Jonah, and it’s a pretty fresh take IMO…