He focused on making some semblance of a bowel movement since he had gone to the trouble of coming into the truck stop bathroom to sit bare assed in the filthy stall. He needed a shower and this was a necessary part of his routine, especially since he got a free one for filling up his rig with their pricey diesel. He was about to start a run from Morgantown to Charleston and he had recently succumbed to the ritual of a s**t, shower and shave before each run. Nourished whatever humanity he still clung to. Entering his third year hauling, he was beginning to get a reputation for ridiculously fast and efficient runs that were adding up to a six-figure-a-year income. He was working on topping off the second of the row of lock boxes in the back of his cab with cash. Only need he had for banks a
