After many years just bumming around, Rick and I found a job that we could sink on teeth into, antenna repairmen. At first, it was scary but we got over that. Each day was different and we always got a good laugh out of who was going to shit their pants first. A normal day went something like this:
Vance: "where's the screwdriver?".
Rick: "fuck, I left it in the truck. Go get it Vance."
Vance: "blow me dude, I got it last time."
Rick: "well hell..."
Vance: "hey, did you bring the plastic bag?"
Rick: "what for?"
Vance: "I gotta shit..."
What can I say, nothing beats working with your best friend.