I'm taking a page from campy or spanky (or alfalfa) or whoever said they were going into the trucking industry. I'm learning to be a tow truck driver.
later on will try to get my CDL.
Flatbed hauling at first and then slowly morph into a tow, really good pay, can't be afraid of grease or dirt or weird hours though.
So the guy training me today, 26 years old born with all sorts of maladies (I only caught half I'm sure), convicted of child indecencies with a 10 year old when he was 14, still on probation, will be a registered **** offender his whole life, his ex screwed his brother, now divorced, can't see his 2 year old son until he's off probation in February. He tells me he's an assistant pastor at his church he's a chain smoking cussing spit tobacco chewing mama jamma, we listened to ONE Christian CD the whole day, something by MercyMe which by the fourth time through I wanted to kill lots of people, isn't this how they tortured Marcos or Koresh?
So he lights up his second cigarette somewhere down the road (I don't mind) he cracked a window, and through all of this drama and second hand smoke, and hearing this kids life story and really, really, really bad jokes about (insert anything you want here) the only thing that really bothered me was...
...Gawd I really hate Christian music (but only after the third time through), no offense Eagle or Torp if you even read this but seriously C"MON! *please don't flame me or tell me how nice it is, or my favorite band is blah, blah, blah I've said lots worse.*
It was a good day though, felt good to be a productive member of the economy again, get off the Gov't teet for a spell.
