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Trash

The southern states are not exactly known for warmth but hot.
Try applying for a job on the back of a large bulky trash truck this is just a large compactor on wheels. There is a small grille about two feet square there is a handle on the side there hold on and get your feet squared then ride to work at 3 A.M. holding on to GOD. The first day out we had some grass the homeowners store it in very long containers bags just large canvas grass bags you are to grab one end and hold it up and spill the grass out in the truck the MAW the cavern on the end of truck designed to hold it all. The eye is short so this is what eye did to keep my job eye stood up on the lip of MAW and dropped the grass out rather quickly with my feet eye kicked the bag to make it loose and leave it quickly and you would think that they would be so nice as to let a man cheat some but they gave me the advice which eventually made me leave the job you must hold the bag and dump it from the ground oh no eye cried eye am much too short for this to work and just kept kicking grass from canvas bag it worked eye was always the first one ready to leave while the poor Cajon nipper beside me half asleep was still trying to lift his long pony express canvas and email the grass to the back of the MAW on the waiting trash truck. Soon they gave me my own truck for no one would work with me. Eye dumped the course alone which is also much better for mye play.
One day there was a man with me running acting like a fairy but murder is still a crime even in Louisiana. Eye let him leave he was so drunk the driver made him leave the truck. Alcoholic though eye was eye drank lemonade only when eye worked no stronger stuff no wine or spirit or beer. Aged 35 or so before the job at Utah. NO bragging just the fax about the job. On and off the truck the driver was the boss eye rode and dumped the trash and grass and whatever we had found  sometimes we got the ants that were hiding in the grass little black and red piss ants they love to bite a man we hollard out so loud up at the driver  ANTS  and then he stopped  take your time he said  not laughing  just get them off  the moral of this fabel be nice to poor colored workers such as eye the boy next to me was priceless removing  clothes it almost seemed the ants had won and then we went back to the job much smarter than before eye never got them same ants on me not once sometimes the driver took some money for a hard and difficult job sometimes he tried too hard once placing large chunks of brush in the MAW and then trying desperately to crush them inn we waited at least three hours downtime for a new truck so we could finish up a route they missed so otherwise preoccupied they hated men they told me only once they would like to see me fall inside the MAW how hard it was to work for them. This is only a true story no embellished facts at all not an indictment or no vindication not an advertisement at all for Waste Management they try to get all the trash into the dump at least they missed the eye for eye am still at large.  


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