The Motel Life
“It was still snowing and so cold the snow was sticking to the pavement. We walked back to the lot and Earl gave me twenty dollars to jump an early nineties Wagoneer so he could make the trip home in a four- wheel drive. I got both cars running and left them idling outside the office to warm then went back inside where Earl and I drank whiskey and listened to the radio.‘Don’t do anything stupid.’‘I’m trying not to,’ I said.‘I don’t mean to give you advice, kid, but I like you. It’s your mind set, your whole way of thinking, what’s bothering me. You’re thinking like a beaten man. You have since your mother died. Now I ain’t seen you in maybe five years. So for all I know you’re smoking cocaine or shooting heroin, but my guess is that you ain’t. My guess is you’re still an all right kid, my guess is that you’re stuck in the same rut as you were when you quit working for me. Drinking with your brother and your friends, fucking around and wasting time. You ain’t a piece of shit.
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