A Little Advance

A Little AdvanceI once dated a girl who took me home for Christmas. This was when my hair was in long dreadlocks and I was working nights at 7-Eleven. The job wasn't as bad as you might think. I read magazines all night, and everything was free. The surveillance cameras didn't work. My boss was too cheap to fix them.I'd been living like that, in a holding pattern, for about two years. During the day I worked on my sculpture, which I'd long ago begun to hate. It was a collection of rusty car part...