there was this old dude in klamath falls oregon that gave me work once a few years ago, flying a cardboard sign at my usual spot.
he drove me way out to his place on the rez, after renting a flatbed trailer, to pick up all the trash in his yard
all kinds. thousands of discarded bottles. beer, whiskey, broken equipment. broken everything. plates, bins full of rusted out tools that looked like theyd been drowning in there for decades
four hours and i had the whole damn lot bagged up and piled onto the trailer
he invited me inside for lunch but being that were way tf out in the boonies i refuse bc i aint armed and i just met this mf.
so we set on his porch for an hour or so, drinkin jack and soda. gettin nice and cooked, just sharing stories. told me about his family and his life. just us out there in the sticks
he drives me back and we go to the liquor store first, he buys me two pints of whiskey and then drops me back at the wally.
gives me a fat bonus over the flat rate and says maybe next time again brother.
i was thinking about all the people ive known that passed recently, earlier today.
i came back some months later wonderin if there was anything else.. he never answered my text or call.
and you know what? i think that motherfucker was just tryna get shit set up and presentable for his family when he died.
he drove me way out to his place on the rez, after renting a flatbed trailer, to pick up all the trash in his yard
all kinds. thousands of discarded bottles. beer, whiskey, broken equipment. broken everything. plates, bins full of rusted out tools that looked like theyd been drowning in there for decades
four hours and i had the whole damn lot bagged up and piled onto the trailer
he invited me inside for lunch but being that were way tf out in the boonies i refuse bc i aint armed and i just met this mf.
so we set on his porch for an hour or so, drinkin jack and soda. gettin nice and cooked, just sharing stories. told me about his family and his life. just us out there in the sticks
he drives me back and we go to the liquor store first, he buys me two pints of whiskey and then drops me back at the wally.
gives me a fat bonus over the flat rate and says maybe next time again brother.
i was thinking about all the people ive known that passed recently, earlier today.
i came back some months later wonderin if there was anything else.. he never answered my text or call.
and you know what? i think that motherfucker was just tryna get shit set up and presentable for his family when he died.