Excerpt from the manuscript "Cooked"
Cooking wasn’t just a job for Jason
Miller; it’s a lifestyle. Jason loved everything about it. He loved the pub he
cooked at. He loved the free drinks after a long shift. The girls were all a
ton of fun. Jason’s coworkers were close friends, and they partied almost every
weekend. Sure, he may not make much money, but all he really cared about was
that he had enough to get by. Jason loved his life in every aspect of it. Being
a cook was the shit.
Every day
Jason had the same routine. He would wake up, and before he was even out of bed
he would spark up a cigarette. There was no better way to start the day off for
him. While Jason smoked his first cigarette, he made a pot of coffee. Then he
took his medication; which included medical marijuana. Jason loved wake and
bake. It was Jason’s favorite time of day. After his morning ritual, Jason
showered and got ready. He loved his routine. Jason loved the way his life was
going for him. It was always fun. Jason pretty much did what he wanted.
Jupiter
Hills was a small town. Everyone knew everyone. The schools sucked. The people
sucked, too. It wasn’t really the kind of place Jason wanted to be, but what
could he do? It sure wasn’t his fault his parents decided to settle down in bum
fucking Egypt. Jupiter Hills was like a black hole to Jason. No matter where he
went, and what he tried to do with his life, he just came back home. Jupiter
Hills just kept sucking Jason back in.
Jason’s dad was a prison guard at
Jupiter Hills Penitentiary. Perhaps that had something to do with why he was
always such a prick to Jason. His dad was always saying, “My job is the most
stressful job in the country.” Bullshit. Jason’s dad never changed diapers for
a living, did dishes, or waited tables for terrible tips. Jason could think of
about a thousand different shitty jobs that were just as stressful as being a
corrections officer, or more. Jason and his father didn’t get along much.
Jason’s mom was a professional
medical marijuana caregiver; and a sweet one, at that. She was Jason’s
caregiver. More so, she was Jason’s best friend. He was always close to his
mother; partly because his father was always such an asshole, and partly
because she treated Jason like her friend. It was never awkward between Jason
and his mother. She was always there when Jason needed her. That was why it was
hard for Jason to leave Jupiter Hills. Jason was a mommy’s boy.
Jason was a
cook at the Shamrock Pub. They had
the best food, the best booze, and the best atmosphere in town. His boss was a bad-ass, too. Jason couldn’t even imagine working for someone else. Steve
Phillips wasn’t the ordinary restaurant owner. He lived, ate, and breathed the pub.
Jason had a lot of shitty cooking jobs in his day, and no one treated his
employees as good as Steve did. Jason was making well over minimum wage. He got
a vacation. The best part of all was that he always had a job. There were
several times where Jason should have been fired, but Steve kept bringing him
back. Jason loved his boss, and his job. He pretty much had it made.
Nothing
compared to life in the fast lane. That’s exactly what being a cook meant to
Jason. There were the killer rushes, all the asshole customers, and shitty pay
to put up with. All of it was worth being a cook to Jason. None of the bullshit
that he had to put up with mattered. Those were the best days of Jason’s life,
and he didn’t ever want them to end.
