I arrived in Tennessee, took a whole day. I walked, without sleeping. It'll take much more than that to go to Myrtle Beach. I had all the time in the world anyways, so I wanted to make extra money. So, I looked for a temporary job. I saw a Duraflame, a fire log factory place. I went inside the main office. A man was at the desk.

"Excuse me sir."

"Yes young man?"

"Are you hiring?"

"We're always hiring," he said with a chuckle.

"Alright, I would like to apply."

"Alright, let me give an application. So, what position are you going for?"

"Well, any position, I'm strong for my age range, I can lift heavy stuff. I can help out anyway I can."

"Well, I like your spirit kid. How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"You gotta be at least eighteen to work here. You say you're strong and you'll contribute to Duraflame as much as you can."

"Yes sir."

He hired me on the spot! He said they needed all the help they can get.

My first day on the job was the next day. I loaded a lot of stuff! At lunch, I purchased a soda from the vending machine. I was kinda dirty from work. I sat down where my lunch was. I purchased a sandwich before I turned up to work. Another guy sat by me.

"Hey, you're the new kid right?"

"Yeah."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Bucky, not my real name it's what I go by."

"Michael, nice to meet you too."

I shook hands with Bucky. A few other guys sat with us.

"Hey Bucky, starting lunch without us man?"

"Course not, I'd never do that, just talking to the new guy here, this is Michael."

We all shook hands.

"So Michael, where you from?"

"Kentucky."

"Ah, the Bluegrass state, you don't sound like a Kentuckian."

"My parents are British immigrants, I was born here in America."

"Oh ok.

We talked all throughout lunchtime.