he woke with red knuckles bruised down deep so that all his fingers ached as he fumbled for his ciggerettes. a cold light diffused by grey rain filtered thru the single window of his motel, dimly lighting empty beer bottles and an overflowing ashtray. thru the dimness outside he could see the billboard across the street. TRY DETROITS BEST SAUSAGE! it read, and for some reason that reminded him of the job his uncle had offered him. the reason he was in detroit to begin with. he was at least a week late, but he wondered if his uncle had kept the job open for him. then he wondered how anyone could live where it got this cold. and then: how much would it cost to fix his truck? he found his cowboy hat crushed down betweent the bed and the wall. as he was reaching for his jeans- the bright daylight playing across Little Sand Creek were laying on the bank, still wet from swimming, she was looking at him like- he found his wallet and discovered he had only 7 dollars left. he stared at it awhile, then shook his head at the folly of everything.Birth sign: Taurus
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