Dump run this morning.
I was feeling defiant.
Lucked out and caught a good run of music on the truck radio.
As I negotiated my way around the recycling maze, the radio was blasting. I just did not feel like conforming.
A couple of pinch-asses looked at me and I ignored them.
As I climbed into the Dakota to leave, a guy in a truck across from me yelled out: "I'm hearing the blues. Muddy Waters."
It was Muddy Waters.
I felt vindicated.
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