One of first things I notice when I decided to hop in the truck, was the lifestyle of the trucker. Here’s the distinction as I am told. “We are movers And there happens to be a truck involved” The longer I’m out here the more sense that statement makes. I see so many men out here, eating by themselves and staring out with far away eyes. What are they thinking about? I know what I’m thinking about. Everything that we wear eat smell taste hold buy or share came on a truck and although I am grateful they have chosen this solitary lifestyle I also hope they are more alone than lonely.
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“Please put out some food for Blanca” hanging out at my folks Welding shop in between trucking gigs I see Blanca a contorted cat as though she’s been flattened by a flatbed. Her meow isn’t even complete I tear up never having seen an animal near death I think initially, I take a pic and miraculously she appears more feline and proper since it does not capture the missing teeth blackened gum line and consistent eye crud. I leave food out walk back into office and my Mom says “isn’t she beautiful I just love her” No mystery feral sticks around where fed. I say to self “she is so ugly she is beautiful.”