I remember I was a bartender back in the early 2000's and we would find out mid shift we were working until 7 AM sometimes. It was fun but super hard. For all the partying we did the drive home was so exhausting. I remember being so afraid as I tried not to fall asleep at the wheel as my ride home was 30 minutes of silence. My pickup truck I drove was ever green and had a radio that didn't work. It was just me the wind and my tired eyes. One time I was so tired I stopped in a gas station for coffee and as I am to do in life daydreamed about painting. It was an awful but perfect job because I only worked three days a week. I went a little painter crazy all alone for 4 days in a studio.
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