As I sit here in the "food court" of a truck stop with classic tunes blaring out of a speaker in the ceiling, I realize I've become one of those guys I've seen in movies and read about while growing up. I'm referring to the men whom travel the world for work and business, living out of a suitcase, eating whatever food that's familiar to them with the occasional try of local cuisine, sleeping in not so great places, always looking for the mensroom hoping It's decently clean, "love" comes in the form of the occasional hooker, constantly being on the go. The men whom are aware of the various cultures, and how to interact with them, and can muttel through in another language. Yep, I've become a traveling businessman. True, it might be driving a truck, but I'm getting paid to do it. I control how much I drive and not drive, but I'm always looking at the horizon to see what's on the other side. I request areas I wanna go to, and for the most part they accommodate. wow...
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