He preferred the carrier's job to working inside or in the maintenance facility.Joe Bob's mail route was one of the worst in the city. He had a public...house project and the six blocks around them. The people were hostile and the area was dangerous, but he stuck it out.After three years in the project, a route came open in a nice area of town. The neighborhood's houses were mostly older houses and the people were nice. The houses had door service, so the carrier had to walk to the door. The. All the while I worked several low skill jobs just to put food on our table and clothes on our backs.My mother and father were also very supportive, they bought him the extras in life that I simply couldn't afford at the time and of coarse sheltered both of us until I could get a leg up in life.Then one day while I was shopping for groceries I was approached by the owner of a popular gentleman's club on the outskirts of town.The hansom proprietor introduced himself as Paul Taylor and proceeded. The total effect was incredible. Glen was gone and a slutty party girl had taken his place. Thrilled with her success, she also teased his hair and sprayed it into a field of spikey points, not too punk- rockish, but more cheap-whorish. Glen was appalled. Leesy was wildly amused. Turk was interested -- in a very personal way.The imposing Black man snapped at Glen to stand. Then Turk got behind him, brought his hands around and pressed them to Glen's narrow hairless chest, and shoved his naked. ”“Be careful,” Kate said as she ran over towards thebed.I walked over to the door and released the catch. Thedoor swung open towards me with a big gust of cold wetwind causing the fire to dim and dance in alldirections in objection. A sodden wet figure stood inthe doorway.“Please, I’m sorry to bother you but I just need a warmplace to stay,” he said hurriedly. “I was fishing downby the lake when the storm rolled in and my tent blewaway.”The rain.