Fish took the job that Rosco got him down at the grocery store. Honestly, he was lost here. Couldn't make out what to do first. Of course, it was just part-time. It was just a bit of money. He needed a real job, yet this one could certainly take a toll on him.
Here he was surrounded by chips and other things that could ruin the body. He wasn't used to this. But he did his best to follow directions.
He'd talked with the Dr. Pepper man, who told him he could get him on with their cooperation to drive a truck. It was an obstacle Fish didn't even want to try.
Fish just grinned. It seemed people wanted to help him after knowing his plight. And he hadn't even meant to tell them what was going on in his life, but they could see he was out of it, and he just had to let them know that he wasn't on drugs. There was a baby at home.
And he never got to see Rosco. Fish was hoping they'd be friends. But he knew he couldn't ask for something like that since he was Gibson's uncle. He really was an outsider here. It looked like he might be working at the Dollar Tree too, but he wondered if it would ever open.
Why was it so hard to get by? It had never bothered him before, but it was all he could think about now, even if he did feel like he was sleepwalking most of the time at work and even at home with Bella. He wanted to be a bread winner, but the best he could do lately was to bring home day old bread. That just wasn't quite cutting it.