In the early 70s my wife was in drug rehab
Her particular version of insanity had produced a set of attitudes in me
Those attitudes made it particularly difficult to stay employed
I was reduced to using “labor pools”
One morning I was sent to a basement in down town Minneapolis
The job was stacking used auto batteries
Turn em upside down so the acid would drain out
The Uni was
knee high rubber boots
rubber bib overalls
rubber jacket
no eye wear
no head cover
What is more, every drop of that sulphuric acid leached into the dirt floor
And
Ultimately into the Missippippi river 6 blocks away
desperate times indeed
The things a person will do to keep body, soul, and children sort of together
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