Drunkin' Roughneck II, Pics, and City Life

The roughneck came back to the trailer today out of his work clothes and asked me for $10. I lied and told him I only carry credit. He was looking very sober and depressed. He mumbled something about quitting and how some relative of his refused to lend him any more money. I don't know what the real story is but he doesn't work for this drilling company any more.

A Texan in Wyoming


Yes, here I am in all my glory. The truth is I haven't showered in two days at the time of this picture and was beginning to smell a bit goatlike. Personal hygiene sometimes takes a back seat out here.

Chuck


This guy here is Chuck. He likes guns, arrowheads, and eBay. He used to be an exploration geologist but now he mudlogs because he got sick of city life and understandably so. Thanks to corporate America most cities have lost their identities. There is a way to tell the status of your city by certain establishments they may have. Ok, if your city has a Ruth Chris Steakhouse, Cosco, and an indoor mall with a Dillard's, a Hot Topic, and a kiosk that sells cell phone covers you're in a metropolis. If your city has a Chili's, Sams, and large mini malls that contain Best Buy, Bed Bath and Byond, and a Barns and Noble you are in a large city. If your city has an Applebees, Super Wal-Mart, and mini malls that contain a radio shack and an Ace Hardware you are in a small city. If your city has Pizza Hut, Wal-Mart, and mini malls with beauty shops, stained glass craft shops, and video rental places you're in Sealy. If you are in a city with, a Dee's Chicken and Waffles, a Loaf and Jug, and an abandoned mini mall guarded by a dog with the mange you're in Butt Fucked Egypt!