I spent the next few days kind of mulling about. Trucks came for bales around noon, but I learned to pick my stacks on the basis of their aroma and the postulate that the most potent get transported last. Walking was my way of circumventing how a college degree here meant nothing, and how being trilingual seemed liable to get me apprehended for treason. I swung by the convenience store and talked up the Asian chick who commutes by motorcycle…...
