he went out lookin’ for work every chance he got…drivin’ delivery trucks…fixin’ flats…even did day labor…just movin’ from one job to the next…never a steady paycheck…one year he had 18 W-2 forms mailed to the house…various employers…McDonald’s…the Marathon station up the road…killin’ termites…trappin’ rats…all kinds of jobs that year…couldn’t keep ’em straight…kept losin’ ’em one after another…get fired or just up and quit…but he tried to getta job…one that would stick…no such luck…no such luck…

but he started getting mean towards the end…downright disgusted with life…with himself…was disillusioned with america…questioned why it didn’t work for him…

began wanderin’ ’round…he’d spend time hitchhikin’ back and forth ‘cross the U.S. …one week he’d be in Vermont breathin’ in that cool fall air then the followin’ week he’d be sweatin’ to bejesus down in Arkansas of all places…guess he was just a restless soul…lookin’ for somethin’…just lookin’ for somethin’…