Loading was my usual, and our hub sucked. Fuck tons of goddamn fruit in wax, and then would come the big packages about right as I was loading on my own, so now I had that thing strapped to me, trying to work around the belt with a damned TV to scan.

Smalls was my dream. Lightweight, wrapping took no time, steady pace but never overwhelming. Night just flew by, chatting about bullshit. Jumped at the chance any time they needed a body.