Franklin

     "Well, my friend," the loader, who looked wow gold -- wow gold -- wow gold kaufen  like he might of been in my position once or twice himself, told me, "there's the El Capitan about two mile down the road for ten an hour," and I said I really needed to sleep a little more than an hour so he said "Oh, okay, you look for long term place, like whole night" and I told him that's what I wanted. "Then you go to Mon-a-goo, my friend," which is what I think he said, though before he said it he stuck a big wad of chew in his mouth and stuffed it down between his lip and teeth with a finger that I wasn't sure where it had been while he was loading them bags, but I decided to take him up on his advice whatever it was about a place I could stay cheap while I looked around for something permanent. He eyed the weeds in my shirt pocket and said "you don't look like a man that got no car, so for a pack of smokes, I'll take you down there, if you can wait till I get off here," so I waited about an hour while he finished up and then he dropped me off at the place which turned out to be the Montague Hotel and they give me a room for $4 a night, which wasn't much more than a closet and I had to wait in line just to go to the toilet down the hall and taking a bath was out of a sink which I at least had in my own closet, but I didn't mind cause it was warm and dry and there was a door I could close and push the iron bed up against to keep anybody from coming in at night. At four dollars a night and eating at the shelter once a day, plus a little for beer and weeds, I figured I could only stay there about a week before I run out of money so I started looking for something the very next day.
     Well I was sitting on the curb out front of the Montague smoking a cigarette early in the morning and working on my career plans just like a couple dozen other worn out road men like me was doing, going nowhere and in no hurry to get there, when this other fellow come up and sat down beside me moaning and groaning like he was just about on his last breath. "Man I could sure use me some paint thinner," he finally said, shaking and holding his head.

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