A document of utmost respect and admiration. An honor to someone who is important. Who matters. Part 1
He wakes up every day knowing what he has to face, the usual grind. But he manages to brush his long black hair the same way after a shower. Looking in the mirror, he sees no one in the bed behind him, but knows it will be occupied when he returns. This usually makes him smile, but other days it hurts. He longs for the day to see the same body in that bed for more than one weekend, rather than these empty relationships that prove nothing.
Realizing this is of little importance, he makes his way to the water gun factory all the same. Being an assembly lineman takes patience and tenacity. Standing in the same spot, repeating the same actions everyday all day takes thick skin, it takes thick skull. To not go absolutely insane after one day takes something, but years? I have only the utmost respect for someone who can handle that. It definitely takes a toll on the man, such as when he arrives at home and the feeling of placing water caps in the gun remains. But his hands have become stronger and faster so that his dream to become a card dealer for the modern day gunslingers is realized one step closer each day. It is there that he will be able to use his skills with some variation, an element he craves each day.
Continue on to Part 2.
