" I'm not gonna tell you again kid, now get outta here, we ain't got no room for a thieving bastard down at the docks, this is honest men's work." The Foreman spat a nasty wad of tobacco at Josh's feet, wiping a greasy hand on his stained singlet as he sneered at the eighteen-year-old, and Josh couldn't be bothered defending himself again. Jonesy was just looking for a reason to let him go anyway, so he gave the fat man the one-fingered salute, tore his overalls off, and walked to where his bike was parked. Behind him, he could hear Jonesy spluttering, but he didn't look back. Josh always knew when he had outstayed his welcome in a town, so he jumped on his bike, fired up the throttle, and gassed it out of dodge.Several hours later when his tank of gas was all but gone, Josh pulled into a cheap motel, in another nameless podunk town, where the neon lights flickered and hookers plied their weirs on the sidewalk. 'Home sweet home.' He thought sarcastically a
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