I haven't updated this journal in ages, and I'll tell you why. It's because there's nothing to tell. I'm a trash man. I haul trash, and that's it. I get up at a miserable hour, walk bleary -eyed to the shop, kick my truck's tires, fire up the engine, and after climbing in and out of the cab a minimum of 267 times in a single day, I park, walk home
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