[3:32 a.m.] : [2011-06-26]
I picked up a couple of days work this past week. Things had gotten rough and were on the edge of desperate and maybe it was easy enough to smell it on me if you knew how to look. Josh offered a wage to clean his shop, very unglamorous work, scrub the bathroom, organize the office, mop the floors. At the end of the day I had a little money in my pocket even if it wasn't nearly enough to settle my account with the bank. I was tired and hot, covered in dirt and dried sweat. I picked up dinner on the way home, ate in front of the tv and fell asleep where I sat in the easy chair. |