Willie Style

7-7,
12 hours in baking sun and humidity
mosquitoes go away! mating all over the place

nice folks glad to see us
they have "the look" - of despair, of confusion, of need, of wanting normalcy

starving by 8pm, nothing an Outback couldn't satiate
3 margaritas later, i reflect - what am i doing here?
was in my cushy little job and now doing manual labor
do i complain? hell no, glad to be working with dad, feel compelled to, right thing to do

think i might post the "emails" that got me here, that told me i suck as an employee, that told me i am a failure, that i am a slacker - instant breakdown, crying, how personal, how hateful

change was wanted, needed and was forced on me
repeat of last time...
why can't i be assertive and make changes?