Joseph sits in his chair at the table. Everyday starts the same. A tiny kitchen. Three chairs crammed under it. Half the table is this month’s mail which flows from the opposite toward him. A bowl of corn flakes is the extent of his world.
The cell phone comes to life. Jeri from the bar.
“Well, it’s my lucky day” Joseph stares at his phone. “Hello.”
“Joseph, what are you doing right now?” Jeri’s voice is very rushed.
“Babe, I was just waiting to make your day. How can I do you to you first? You must have thought about this?” Joseph works at his query.
“Get your ass down here! There’s a job with your name on it. Tow motor, steady and not much is expected other than showing up. My brother showed up. They need someone now. Get off your sorry ass!” Jeri hangs up before she hears the response.
“Damn, these women are all carrier bitches. What the fuck. I guess I can go. If it don’t work, they got beer.” Joseph lights up a cigarette.
He sees the stack of beer cans from last night. He spies the one that floated to him. Bobby is one screwed up kid. Witchcraft in a kid. He must have drank too much. The little squirt ain’t got nothing in him. Just like a little Joseph.
Joseph drags himself to the car. Work isn’t what he wants to do. But only way to keep the peace. It better pay well. It would be great to have a nice fat check. Throw it down on table…show Cynthia I can bring home the bacon. She’ll be stunned. I show her I ain’t no shit loser.
Jeri waits outside the bar. The grey pickup he doesn’t recognize. A big guy waits next to truck. He’s huge. Big muscular type. Coveralls half grease covered. Bright clean shirt underneath seems out of place. His five o’clock shadow outlines a rounded hard face. His eyes sear at whatever is before him.
Joseph pulls up on the opposite side. The dude looks scary to him. His mind races about what kind of boss that man would be. He might kill him.
Jeri runs over to his car. “Rick’s gonna take you there. He’ll take care of you. Don’t screw this up! That’s my family! I’m sticking my neck out for you!”
“Well, honey I like what you stick out of your shirt for me too. I’ll be best worker he has ever seen. You got a bonus for me when I’m done..you know something for release all those work day tensions.” Joseph sees something that doesn’t exist.
“Get your ass out of here. You can get that at home. Why she wants it from you, ain’t my problem.” Jeri’s voice cuts out as truck next to her rumbles to life.
Joseph cringes as the sound waves penetrate his car. Rick slams the truck into gear and flies out of parking lot. Joseph starts the slalom course through back roads and alleys to an old warehouse.
The warehouse is scrap yard indoors. Everything is old. Dinosaurs of manufacturing age mixes with sheet metal and rusted chunks. A tow motor looks like it could be part of the collection, save for the steel can of propane to feed it’s motor.
Rick isn’t happy to stoop to his sister. The drunk guy employee is trouble. But he has low end help all the time. A shot of confidence is what he needs.
“Joseph, Jeri said you can do this. I hate a fuckin’ drunk. If you can’t keep up you fuck us both. I can lift most of it without the tow motor. So keep that in mind! You get part of what is sold. Faster you move, the more your paid.” Rick’s yells at him.
Rick extends his massive, leather like right paw to shake hands. His hand shallows Joseph’s. Pain is first thing that comes to mind. But feeling is cut off soon. Rick get holds that hand for a long moment. His point made in Joseph’s discomfort.
Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 lay below.