Escape, It is hard growing up trailer park trash. Especially in an oil patch. Sure my friends who were smart headed to college, but, when you do just enough to get by the grades normally show it. The friends who didn’t want to go to college headed to the patch. Not an easy life being the low man on the rig. Sure the money is good, the beer is cold and the drugs are easy, but the work is dangerous and grueling.
Me, I took the easy way and joined the Army. It wasn’t the Navy so I wouldn’t run into my dad. I wasn’t Navajo so the Marines were not my cup of tea. The Air Force was cool but didn’t want to talk to me until after I was 18. But the Army, what can I say the recruiter was hot.