that's how i ended up here

it was winter.

Carter was in the Whitehouse.

there was

ice on the windows of my

small

apartment

behind the racetrack.

funds were running low,

so i spread the paper

across the kitchen

table

and turned to the classified

section.

i needed a job,

fast.

my girlfriend was worried,

my mother

was bringing me food.

i needed gas

for my car.

there was one can of beer

left to drink.

after making

a cup of Sanka 

i slowly read each job offering.

having no

job skills made it difficult.

i keyed on the words,

no experience

necessary. that was me in a nutshell.

i circled one possibility.

and that's how

i ended up here.