One Day at a Time.

The Story of A Guy. 

So this is just the story of a guy. A guy guy. A guy guy livin life in 2025.  

Who’s the guy? 

I dunno yet, but I’ll tell you what he does and where he goes and what he sees and even a little bit of what he hears. 

Sometimes it’s nothing at all.

Other times it’s everything at once.

It’s 2025, the guy’s six months into his 40th year.  

He’s hovering around day fourteen thousand, seven hundred, and eighty five. 

It’s end of spring and  guy’s headed into day fourteen thousand, eight hundred…

Unexplored territory. 

One day at a fuckin time. 

Day one: 

The guy wakes up and lays in the dark. Thoughtlessness. 

Victory. 

In the distance… a piano. 

Guy sits up, exhaling at the same time, he snoozes that motherfucker. 

7 more minutes. 

Guy lays down and checks the fuck in. 

Today, again, there’s things to work on. 

In the distance… a piano…

Guy picks up phone, turns piano off and sees time.  

4:53 AM. 

Guy gets up, gets a glass of water, drinks it down, grabs a lantern,

Opens the front door and goes outside to take a piss next to the rose bush. 

Piss is great for ornamentals. 

Guy goes to the outdoor sink, washes hands and face. 

Guy goes inside and rolls out his stretching mat

Guy stretches…quickly. 

He ends the stretch with fifteen pushups. 

Guy puts mat away and packs his lunch. It’s a simple and relaxing task. Everything is in order. It’s prepped by his wife. 

With love.

Now he’s a guy with a lunch box. A lunch box fulla love and he’s about to go out into the world. 

Nah, no he’s not. 

Well, maybe so, but not yet. 

Guys gotta take a shit first. 

Guy brush teeth and guy take a shit. 

It is what it is. 

Guy gets dressed and checks the time. 

It’s 5:40 AM. 

Guys got time for a cuddle. 

Guy crawls back into bed and has a cuddle with love. 

The world stops. 

In the distance.. A piano plays. 

Guy goes to work. 

It’s a long drive. It’s an hour and half. 

It goes like this: 

Right turn, left turn,  left turn, right turn, left turn, right turn, right turn, right turn, left turn, right turn, over the mountain pass, into the heavens, overlooking the sea of the golden sunrise and beyond the green capped waves of stone, down into the valley of darkness…

Left turn, right turn, around the roundabout, twice because it’s fun, and out the other side, left turn, around the half circle, yield left to merge, merge left, left turn. 

Guy gets to work. 

Guy does weird job, guys part of the “WAM” crew. 

I’ll tell you what “WAM” stands for later. 

With this crew, the guy drives a follow truck and the follow truck is the truck that follows the operator, more specifically, the tractor operator. 

Guys got a lunch box. Guys got a truck. Guys got a job. 

The next story… will be the story of follow truck guy. 

Follow truck guy likes information. Follow truck downloads and audio book. It’s 18 hours long. It’s a documentary of the history of Israel and Palestine. About 120 years worth of information. 

It takes 4 days for follow truck guy to download 120 years of information. 

Follow truck guy also listens to NPR. National public radio. 

Israel is attacking Iran. 

Follow truck puts music on. 

Follow truck guy works 10 hours a day. Follow truck guy has a 3 hour commute every day. Follow truck truck guy is a little bit concerned about what might happen if another war might break out. 

Follow truck guy also zones out. Follow truck guy cleans the roads and keeps the tractor operator safe. Follow truck guy shuts the world off. 

All that matters to follow truck guy is keeping the road clean, keeping the crew safe and getting home safe. 

Follow truck guy Leaves work. The journey is the same… except different. Dark clouds fill the sky’s above. The trees show the whites of their leaves as the tallest sway with the breeze. 

The breeze turns to a gust.

And a gust and a gust and a gust. 

Last years leaves blow across the road and the sky rumbles. 

Speed home follow truck guy. Speed home. Get through the forest and over the pass. 

Drop by drop by drop. 

Rain come down. 

And at the top the heavens open up. 

Zuess  drops bolts. 

On the left, on the right, behind and ahead. 

Keep driving follow truck guy, keep driving. 

A limb falls. There is wicked bang and a pop and a crash on follow truck guys roof. 

A voice inside follow truck guys head: 

“Keep driving follow truck guy, keep driving.”

Follow truck guy can’t see. It’s a gray out. A water out. 

Slow down follow truck guy. 

A voice inside follow truck guys head: 

“It’s not your time follow truck guy. Just keep going. It’s not your time yet follow truck guy.” 

The rain lets up. 

Ahead a tree falls across the road. It’s a small tree. 

Follow truck guy drives around it and over it and off that fuckin mountain. 

Follow truck guy drives for another hour until he’s home. 

It’s pitch black dark now. 

The storms passed and the stars are out.