(How was I shown the joy of teamwork ) In 1984, I got my first real job as photographer. I want to think the National
Cartographic Society offered me the job due to my singular talent. But maybe
they really did it because I degraded myself worst than a Bronx crack whore for
over three years of internship. It is not too difficult to assume that even an
old son of a bitch, like the Society's president, didn't have the guts to let me
go after I have repeatedly performed for them, absolutely free, chores that an
illegal Chinese will refuse to do for a sweatshop.
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