Last Sunday, I participated in some community work for Habitat for Humanity and built part of a house for an unfortunate family.

From this I learnt that the house that I laid the foundations for will house a family that can’t be too rich, because that’s just mean…and not too poor, so they wont sell the house and bust it all in Vegas.

Being my usual competitive self, I made sure that I did the hardest task, did the most work, did the most important work and scoffed at everyone else’s fruitless pursuits. Me bitter what?

My task for the day was to “construct underfloor earthquake-resistant piers”. What this really means is that I will have to spend the day on my hands and knees because it’s only 3 ft high, clean out the cement and gravel from beneath the house so that we can later place 6 by 6 pillars in strategic places to reinforce the house.

Unlike the rest of the pussies that started the day with smoking a death stick and spent the rest of it on a “5 minute” two hour lunch break. Know my name and fear it, I am Louis.

p.s - Who the hell is that Korean
standing in front of me?