For the past fifteen years, I’ve driven a mustard yellow brick of a bus. She’s not pretty, but I’d say it’s reliable enough. There’s a reason these school buses have yet to fail me to this day. Of course that gig alone can’t pay for the bills. This is what a youngster would say. I’d bet money on it. They’d be absolutely right in this economy, but I’ve already dedicated 30 long years to a thankless job of pushing dietary pills at an evil company. Money isn’t tight. It isn’t, but I get restless if I’m not doing something. At night, I work as a manager at a mom and pop pizza shop. I do recall the doctor saying to take it easy but retirement couldn’t have been more boring! Besides, I lived a good life. My lovely wife passed away two decades ago so it has been terribly quiet at the house. I never knew silence could be so deafening. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy. I'm convinced loneliness can kill. Anyhow, how would the current generation put it? I’m here for a fun time, not a long time.

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