Straight out of high school Mick's uncle landed Mick and me second-shift jobs at a textile factory. I asked Mick what the company manufactured. Gigantic rolls of something, he said. From three until ... [+]
"You have to interfere.
But every other time,
you simply let it grow,
'cause that's the point of life."
And I scratched my head.
"Yeah, but how then can you know
when best to interfere?"
He smiled, and then he turned away.