Luckless crying lady sitting at casino bar in the middle of new Mexico she has a gin and tonic in front of her she has barley sipped it maybe she’s running from reality maybe someone in her family just died maybe she just got fired from her job maybe she is faking it glittering lights & rich gamblers vacationing happy couples perfect model like waitress’s people that seem to belong to something & then me and this crying lady sitting at the bar “can I buy you a drink? are you ok? would you like to talk?” I ask her “GO FUCK YOURSELF!” she responds. I wiggly worm myself back to the other side of the bar bartender nodding her head monotony i’m in a small town in the middle of Georgia sitting in my truck at a small truck stop i’m done working for the day i feel completely alone it never gets any easier this life we are thrown into lightning is coming down a freak storm with hail staring out my front windshield i notice cars driving around people getting gas construction workers buying beer i turn the radio off feeling out of place in my own skin i haven’t smiled in months it wasn’t suppose to be like this the trucks computer beeps they want me to get moving again another load to Los Angeles is waiting