enough to do if your mind was elsewhere or especially fuzzy from the night or afternoon before. You didn't care if you were fired anyway, because you knew there was another minimum-wage job waiting somewhere not far away.
Jeff Parker, who spent a few years here recently when he taught at EMU, has written a funny first novel about these characters. His Ovenman is essentially a picaresque novel that follows the beautifully named When Thinfinger into and out of his career at the Piecemeal Pizza by the Slice shop in a college town in central Florida sometime during the days of the first Gulf War. I give that place and time only as reference; When and his friends don't really pay much attention to mainstream culture. In fact, it is represented only by the occasional appearance of the police or by the need for money to buy some beer or pay the rent.
Parker's hero has his pleasures, but they're not quite what you would expect. He enjoys riding his skateboard or doing wheelies on his bike more than he enjoys having sex with his paranoid girlfriend or even singing with his punk band, Wormdevil. He gets messed up nightly, but he never remembers it and has to write Post-it notes that he sticks to his body to remind himself of something he may have done the previous evening. He pilfers from his employers because that is part of his life. "Maybe there are some limits to be tested," he says to his best friend. "In a way, it's like Robin Hood." But that's far too grandiose for the situation, and When knows it.