“Hey! That Clouds got a Rose in it. “ 

It was one of those Mondays that started on a Sunday and came from the back-end of a 60 hour week that you only get paid for 50 of. 

Yea, you guessed it, flat fuckin’ tire on the work truck. 

It’s a Monday problem…

But… 

The week starts on Sunday. 

Start changing the fuckin tire. 

You ain’t gotta change the fuckin tire. 

It IS Sunday. 

So you ain’t gotta change the thing, but you at least gotta set it up. 

So set that shit up. 

Go get the fuckin jack. Go get the fuckin blocks. Got get the fuckin wrench. 

Leave the spare till tomorrow…

It’s Sunday. Ain’t no one trying to get tire change dirty on a Sunday. 

So now it’s Monday. 

It’s tire change morning.

It’s been set up, it should go smooth. 

With a headlight on his head, the guy makes his way to the flat. It’s dark… but it’s getting light. 

One of them dawn days.

Them dawn days when the sky’s are so black that they cast shadows of darkness where it seems like only light has ever been. 

One of them dawn days where only light can win. 

The beginning. 

So the tire gets changed and the guy gets on his way. 

 

Guys got 40 hours to get the job done. Guys got one other guy and one truck. Guys only got 4 days to do the job.  

Zone’s 3 & 4…

The hardest zones. 

Last time… 

Last time it took 50 and the guys barely finished. 

Last time was a mess. 

But this time… 

The guys got a fresh front driver side tire. 

So bam! 

Guy shows up at the meet spot. He’s 45 minutes late…

But he doesn’t count it against himself because he’s the one that the 7am start time.

So bam! The guys are off and guy 1’s  got a plan. The first road is 20 minutes away so guy 1 gives guy 2 the downlow on the mission of the week.

(Also, if you haven’t noticed, the guys don’t know or ever use one another’s name.) 

“Alright man, we got fourty hours to clear both zones 3 and 4. I’m off on Tuesday, so we’re gonna clear these miles in 10 hour shifts. Zone 3 wasn’t too bad last time and this time I got a better plan so let’s just jam through this motherfucker. We’ll stick together and hit the spots quick and fast… Eat up as many miles as we can because last time we did this, zone 4 was no fuckin’ joke…

Remember how that shit just fuckin dragged?”

*Camera pans to guy 2 and he’s completely passed out. 

The guy just grins and laughs to himself. 

“Don’t worry kid, I got a plan”

He slowly turns the music up. 

And they did this. 

They did 10 hours. In and out. Stop and go. Drinking water after water. Eating food. Pissing. Hour after hour. 

Stop. 

…

Go 

…

Stop. 

…

Go!

And on and on the day went. 

Every few hours or so: 

“Let’s do some math.” 

And guy 1 proceeds to read off numbers. 

Guy 2 plugs them into his pocket computer. 

Guy 2 reads a number and both guys are happily surprised. 

“It it keeps going like this, we’ll be done zone 3 today!”

“Fuck man, don’t jinx it. We’ll just keep moving how we’re moving and the miles will dictate where we get to.” 

Guy leans in and turns music up. 

This was not a day that passes. This was a day that gets passed. 

From the morning. When that final nut got tightened and the guy looked up from the shadows…

There was the light. 

Monday was a feeling of light. 

The winds were at the guys back. The earth rolled their way. 

They held that same pace for the whole 10 hours. 

It was a record breaking pace. Even the phone rang and on the other side was a compliment. 

“Thanks man! We’re gettin lucky with the roads so far, hoping it stays this way!”

It was well received, but not taken to heart. 

Rather the guys took it, folded it up and filed it away, under  “Drink this on Friday… when the jobs done” 

Guy leans in and turns the music up. 

And on and on it went until that was it, they quit the day and ended well within reach of the zone 3 finish line.  

It was one of those good days. One of them days where you don’t leave footprints in the sand, you leave flames on the pavement. The ground shakes and falls apart beneath your steps…

And there’s nothing you can do about it. 

It’s not like it’s your fault. It’s not like you can take any credit for a day like that that. 

One of them dawn days. 

Fuck. 

Sometimes the world wants you to have a good fuckin day. 

And when the world wants you to have a good day, you’ve got to have it. 

Even on Cloudy days, there’s Roses in the Sky.