After graduating from college,
I moved back home to my parents' house in Fenton
(It would be the first of three more separate stints)
My brother helped get me a part-time job
peddling paint at Sherwin-Williams
The idea was to stay for a year and save up
and plan for our wedding
All of our friends had already moved away
or were still off at school
So it felt like a ghost town
or defeat
I was not a model employee
I was frequently late and felt my education made me overqualified
and that the job was far beneath me
I reeked of youth! I thought the world was owed me!
Each morning, contractors would pour in like vultures on carrion
and pick the store clean