Retired.

Florida sun fun, one on one, by the pool, cool. Cocktail in hand man. Burgers for lunch. Sirlion for dinner. Gas grilled, drinks chilled. Screened in, fenced in backed up to a six foot alligator's creek bed, he said.

Working on the yard all day. Retired factory worker. Organize size, eyes see nothing but blue skys, palm tree, sprinkler fed sand bed. Breeze blowing through suburban look alike prefabricated dry-wall heaven. I worked for this for thirty years man.

I remember when I was taking my apprentice training. I would sleep in the parking lot after work. And it was so cold. Philly is fucking cold man. I busted my ass to get this. Worked the night shift. Read chess books at night when it was slow. Shit. There was nothing else to do.

Now I have all the toys. A Harley in the garage. A Lincoln Navigator. A riding lawn tractor. Factor this in. This house could sell for 350 now and I bought it for 90. Extra side lot. All mine.

If I had enough money I'd get an R.V. and go to all the races. Shit man, maybe next year. We'll sell the house. Get the R.V. I'd follow NASCAR anywhere. Just party. Stay on the road.

And just party.