Rikkin: Egg salad on rye. 

Oh, and bring it to me upstairs. I just got the 2008 data from our new Italian facility. I want to look it over in the library.

Assistant: Yes, Mr. Rikkin.

Part of a hidden dialogue I’ve had for years, but never posted until now. 

My first real job, almost seventeen: mopping floors at a luxury car dealer at West 41st. A year of that. Hard to believe…

What else… worked at a garage changing oil. Then a bodega from midnight to six. then a coffee shop, six to midnight. Working my way up…

Hidden audio. Possibly cut out from this audio.