Freelancers Don't Get No Day Off

So, I guess it's like a holiday today or something. I've been freelance writing for the past 4 years, so the whole holiday thing has little impact on me. I do have a Columbus Day story, though. When I first moved to Jersey, I lived in Hoboken right across from Maxwell's (which apparently was pretty happening about 10 years before I moved there and before Hoboken turned into a haven for white baseball-cap wearin' douchebags). Though it's changed quite a bit since its gentrification, Hoboken still boasts a large Italian community. You know, it's the kinda town where you can still find little neighborhood Italian men's clubs, or bakeries that have been sellin' the same selection of fig-filled and sesame-studded cookies for the past 80 years. They also naively continue to worship Frank Sinatra despite his total disregard for his hometown.

So, the mile square city's residents may not have been especially receptive to my little act of Columbus Day protest. Yeah -- on my way to work I decided to plaster mock WANTED posters up and down Washington Street and in the PATH station that read something like, "WANTED: Christopher Columbus for violence against indigenous peoples, genocide, blah blah blah." Needless to say they were all torn down by the time I got back from work in the city that day. I was lucky I didn't get my knees cracked in the process.