Spring 2015
KENTUCKY HIGHWAY MAINTENANCE
by Steven Storrie
I was having a drink at my usual bar, studying the line-ups and waiting for the game to start.
The place was quieter than usual but it was still early. I stared at myself in the mirror in front, looked
at my charcoal covered work shirt and heavy beard. It didn’t look like me, but it must have been. My
name was stitched right there on the white badge on the breast pocket of the shirt. Very slowly I
slouched forward, got comfortable. I’d gained a few pounds lately and it was starting to show. Some
guy a few seats down had been eyeing me curiously for the past few minutes, really giving me the
old, drunken, one-eyed scowl. I had been trying to mind my own business, as always. Why is it people
always seem to bother you most when you’re trying to mind your own god damn business? Why can’t
they mind theirs? Eventually he spoke.
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