Listening To Jason Isbell In the Sawmill Parking Lot

Sat with Rollie in his mile high 4x4 drinking coffee and listening to Jason Isbell’s “Nashville Sound” on his stereo before work this morning.

“Fog is thicker than fucking dog snot, ain’t it Beer?” Rollie mumbled quietly enough to disturb neither of our hangovers.

“We used to have fog like this all the fucking time when we were younger,” I reminded him. “There were more and deeper ditches in those days. People missed corners and drove into them and died fast as motherfucking gangs kill off one another these days.”

“An old friend of mine’s mom died in one of those fucking ditches,” Rollie told me.

Then we sat there some more listening to Jason Isbell and the tugs warning off one another on the river, looking into the dog snot darkness until it was time to empty our coffees and get to work in the fucking sawmill.