workn

I laughed at the verse. Bill looked to me, his neck cocked and glasses greased down his nose.
"Whats so damn funny, you don't know nothin bout workn like a dog."
He almost smiled then looked back to his copper piping. Later when I was by the window messing with the radio tuning I saw him at the truck with a brown bag, swig, wipe his mouth, and cough.