About John Dishwasher

In January 1994 I dropped out of mainstream society.

Between then and 2016 I lived in thirteen different cities stretching from small-town New England, to Alabama, to El Paso, to Los Angeles, to Honolulu. In those cities I held 22 different part-time jobs and met and worked with both parolees and students, both drifters and professionals, both working moms and immigrants, both unmistakable sociopaths and borderline suicides. I mopped floors with them and cleared out warehouses with them. I fried onion rings beside them and watched them sell contraband. We celebrated flush nights hawking aluminum siding over the telephone, and cursed missing the last bus home. And we watched out for each other on occasion; but we also left each other standing in the rain. My neighborhoods were rough and vibrant. And I was saved from the street by my credit cards too many times.

I lived this life for 22 years for two reasons: First, because I had a feeling the safe, well-worn grooves of society were not reality; and, second, because I wanted to write about reality.

If you are interested in truths instead of illusions; if you value revolt instead of conformity; if you honor the chance-takers and the bold; if the big questions haunt you; if struggle and hardship inspire you; if you refuse to exploit or be exploited, then my work is for you.

Further formulations of the values that drive my work can be read in Some Advice for the Rich from the Poor. The most succinct distillation of my worldview can be found here: The Philosophy of John Dishwasher in 136 words. Having a hard time believing I'm for real? Check out my Honest-to-God resume of 22 part-time jobs in 22 years.

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