It’s been years since I lived on the road, a gas station ***** searching for something delicious and caffeinated, to get me to the next place I was scheduled to work in, or be a last-minute replacement.
Spending a lot of time with vending machines, and gas station attendants, making jokes and wishing to do a little more sleeping, and a lot less driving.
I was just surviving, check to check, barely one step from being so broke that I couldn’t even make it to the hotel where I was staying.
Complimentary breakfasts, per diem late evening hamburger breaks, adding to the weight of my already exploding gut.
It wasn’t much, but enough to get me here, to a steady job and regular sleep schedule.