sam

I work with this old fellow named Sam, who at almost every turn strikes me as totally remarkable. He's pale through and through, white like a peice of paper, and he's got tattoos on the papery skin that come through faded and as pale as his arms. He leaves his 'work dentures' in a cup in the break room overnight so he won't have to wear his teeth on his car-ride home. He stole a car and ran until it ran out of gas and then stole another to get away from 'farming school' but he flipped it over and they cought him. They gave him a choice between returning to farming school or joining the marines, and so he joined the marines. He was nearly framed for a murder when a body was hidden in the freight during his trucking days.