I used to be semi-cool

I used to go out on Fridays and drop acid, go to shows that had loud and awful music, and drive too fast in the dark with my headlights off. Those were the salad days, and I look back on them fondly. Last night, a Friday, I sat for an hour and a half and built this little beauty here with the boy. We had good fun. The dude's name is Chuck. I have named him. He just does this job because the benefits are great and the hours ain't bad. His wife thinks he should go back to school and get his degree that he never finished, but he's not sure. He kind of likes the place he's in and could see doing this until the end. Plus, chicks dig cranes.