I worked the late shift at a small truck stop.
I liked the job o.k  waiting tables making just engouth to pay the rent.
On my one room apt: A small run down motel not to many people lived there.
If not for the tips and nice people who came to know me. Who knows what would have happen
to me. lots of times I’d walk to work because I didn’t have the money for gas.
After work someone would give me a ride home. one night after work it was late and
I was tired as I got home I left the door open so I could turn on the light. but there was
someone in there as I walk over to the center of the room that was all I knew until daylight
when my neighbor was getting ready to level when she saw my door open.
She came over to check on me I was still laying there by the bed. she ran across to her house
to get some help. after that the light was always on no matter what I was doing even if I
just stepped out side to talk to a friend. if the bulb blew while I was at work.
I’d just sit in my car until the sun came up.