#836 Sneakers- Stephen King
John Tell was a sound technician freelancing around the New York studios. He lived pay check to paycheck, gig-to-gig. He lucked his way into a session with a legendary producer and got to work in an old but famous studio, Music City. There he helped put together his first platinum album…which was shit.
“A platinum-plated dog-turd is still a dog-turd, but a platinum reference is platinum all the way through.”
One day in the third-floor bathroom he spied a pair of filthy sneakers peeking out from under a toilet stall. He paid little attention at first, but as weeks progressed on another gig in that building he would see the same sneakers in the same stall every time he was in there. The only difference was the pile of dead flies kept getting bigger. It was the ghost of an old drug dealer notorious to old timers but rarely seen anymore. The connection to the ghost and his current job helped him find some courage and learn to be himself.
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