I leave people alone. I’ll walk a big circle ‘roun’ trouble. I do my work, keep my nose clean.  When ya start addin’ it up, when ya come down to it, I’m a workin’ stiff. I worked more jobs ‘n ya could name in a day. I’m on my way to Amarilla; work in the oil fields. Pays good. Jus’ come off a carnival job, settin’ up, tearin’ down, workin’ the rides. Six months. Don’t pay nothin’, but I needed a job an’ took it. Worked so damn many jobs I cain’t think of ‘em all. Washin’ dishes, loadin’ boxcars, pickin’ fruit, like that. I been a cook, fry cook. Bes’ damn fry cook aroun’.  Mos’ tramps is good cooks.

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