Wednesday, March 7, 2007
I remember (one summer) working with my friend Neil at a small carpentry factory where strangely, half the employees were missing the same half-finger and thumb from their left hand. We soon found out there was a certain saw mounted at 45 degrees which had a distaste for wood-knots causing it to jerk boards forward abruptly( and whatever was holding onto it ). Being the young fools that we were, we came up with the term fingerbags for our less than friendly co-working victims. Neil quit after two days and I got fired after a month for taking extra-long lunches. I can't ever remember being as happy as the day I drove out of that dusty parking lot to continue my lunch. I drew this cartoon on the crest of that euphoric wave.