My DOT hours would not allow me to go any further than East St. Louis Illinois. I'm calling it a night near the race track, at the big truck
stop. My current friends and former associates probably remember the section of dirt our company utilized for relaying trailers. There hasn't been a speck of orange in there for at least seven years now. Things went pretty well today. My skin is grimey after sweeping out a trailer. There is a nice hot shower on the other side of the parking lot with my name on it. Cleanliness will lead to sleepiness.
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