I worked at the Brush store. 34-40 hours a week. A little overtime during the Christmas season. Low pay but a fairly nice overall group of co-workers. I remember driving there during those great snowstorms of the previous decade. Hell, I have not seen a flake of snow in nearly seven years now. Trying to stop way slow and early at the stop light but still the car spins madly, past the red light and finally bumps into the curve making the tail lights fail. Back then the weather was like a hammer, smashing away at my car as I struggled to get to work and back. I started using drugs while working at Brush. And I went from a six pack on a Friday night to keeping a case in the refrigerator. Those where different times. Back when a baggie of commercial Mexican weed would last awhile and blast into a mystical zone. Listening to birds in a calm space, quieted mind.