The Weakness II
This is Trentonís home, back from another hard days work at the factory. This dark brunette haired man wipes a bit of sweat off of his brow. He climbs his six foot tall well muscled frame out of the old clunker he calls his truck of freedom. One day this truck will get what it deserves he thinks as he bends down to look through one of the many rust holes. I am going to completely rebuild it, when I get the money. Raising his arms to stretch, he notices a small burn on his sun tanned arm and realizes he hadnít even noticed when he had burnt it. That is a bad sign, they say, when you stop feeling the molten metal as it burns your body, you have just been there to long. Then he notices the sun reflecting off of his wedding ring and smiles, nah I am just getting started. Yep future for my family, thatís what I am working on.