Yesterday, driving to work. A beautiful day, and the traffic is unprecedented. Parades of bikers, BC, Alberta plates. hundreds of cars, plates from all over the USA, there's more people heading to Alaska than have ever lived in Alaska, from Wyoming, Idaho, Washington, Arizona...
The day starts off, busy and busier and, with all the beach seating, it's crazy. You can't keep up. Summer's here, and it's been so long, everyone is out and about - like a Saturday, busier even, like a Saturday on a long weekend, one lull in business, time for me to scarf a quick burger, I work in a restaurant and am starving to death Goddamnit!!!! Then back at it.
Tips, good, bad, ridiculously good. People are glad to see me. I wonder how rough your life is that you're glad to see me? Nonetheless, run, run, run, there's bills to be paid, and today, today I'm hurting. I'm getting too old for this.
3 Months to go.