Photo ref. from a photo I took of one of the corner places in my house.

One time when I was 17 I got a job as a plumbers apprentice, and we drove to Medicine Bow Wyoming to do a job there for two weeks. My boss's name was Frank Early. He Drank every night and was an asshole in the morning because he always had a hangover. One morning he told me to get him some kind of wrench (probably a spanner) and I didnt hear him very well, but I didnt want to ask what kind because he had a hangover and he was in a pissy mood. So I took a guess and grabbed the wrong one and he said "God Damn it! ya act like ya just came in off a fuckin load of hay!" So I threw my shovel down and said "fuck you Frank" and I walked back to the motel and got my suitcase and walked out to the highway and hitched all the way back to Cheyenne. On the way while I was walking on the highway (I had to walk all day untill it got dark before I got a ride) I found a bottle of vodka in the ditch, so I stuck it in my bag. When I got to Cheyenne, I drank most of it and woke up on my friends back porch with my long hair glued to the cement by my puke, flies buzzing around, dehydrated, sick and weak, sun beating down on me. Thought I was going to die.