Rollie came back to work on Monday. He had been off about half a year. He is big enough to be eligible for a heart atttack, like just about everybody else at the mill, but no one had heard any news about what had happened to him. Speculation was he had AIDS or something like that.
I walked over to his truck before our shift started to see what I could find out. "Everybody is saying you stuck your fat dick into a hole gone bad and got yourself the AIDS."
"You assholes would think that," he told me. "I guess I might as well tell you. My doctor says I got infected with a mutation of the Indian flu and the French flu. Fucking near killed me. They call it H1NDeux."