Subject: ASSC vs RAD
From: oldfool72@aol.com

Dear Group,

I'm home, I am drunk, and this thread got me started. Lap dancing and
prostitution? Nude dancing and prostitution? Making chemicals and
prostitution? Is prostitution defined as selling yourself? Or just 
selling your body? I sell myself everytime I walk through the gate at my 
place of employment. They own my time. There is a limited amount 
available to me.  They now own my body. (Another story about union 
politics resulting in my body being sold to the company((random drug 
testing)) for nothing). Is the sale a good bargain? I cash the 
paychecks. I go back for another day, week, year, lifetime. Any other 
costs? Just the tattoo's of life. Didn't you know that the 
heating/cooling jacket of this reactor held 4-5000 lbs of water? Oh, 
you're new? too bad. should have been more careful taking out that 
defective valve.Steam? Just hot water. At 75 psi it was only 450degrees 
F. So now you got a couple of brown scar tissue spots on your shins. 
Yeah, they break open and bleed easily when you bump them now. You
cashed the paycheck, didn't you? Who has been sold? Who owns who? 
Nitrogen is an inert gas. So harmless. It's real good for pressurizing 
the seal on a reactor agitator. Got to have enough pressure to 
counteract the 400-450 pounds of pressure in the reactor. Right? Low N2 
pressure and you got the alarm. Haul a new bottle in and hook it up. No 
problem. Oops, the hose broke. Braided stainless steel, 1/4 inch, rated 
at 10,000 PSI. I guess the corrosive atmosphere weakened it. Whips me 
worse than any Cat-o-Nine tails. So a few spots with the flesh torn off. 
A chemical plant tattoo on the inside of your bicep? You cashed the 
paycheck didn't you? You could always get a job flipping burgers at 
Hardee's. You must not have been careful enough.

We all sell ourselves. Because we want the money or it's equivalent. 
When I sell myself, the world gets specialty fine chemicals, and 
disinfectant liquids. Keep those toilets clean. When Ginger, or Sayla, 
or Jessica, or(sigh) Cara sell themselves, some of us get a little 
happiness or hope to keep us going. 

Long winded even for me. Tommorrow Jessica goes under the knife for new
boobs. I didn't wish her luck, told her she wouldn't need it. The doctor
knows what he is doing. I worry nonetheless.

OLDFOOL72