These Days Is Different

I seen kids with no more than two weeks of truck school out there hauling loads.

Margins are so tight companies don’t give a shit about safety.

Think about that next time you’re passing a truck on the freeway.

I come up in the union days. Teamsters.

We had pride then.

Sure, there was bad apples, pillheads and drunks and even a serial killer or two.

More thieves than anything in them days.

Mobsters.

Bosses would tell you to disappear a trailer or two, and by God you better do it.

They’d take care of you.

One way or another.

 

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