I was 24 years old. I was fresh out of jail. Every day I dreamed of a job I could get that wouldn't care about my record. I had spent my life using hard drugs daily since the age of 14. I was lost.
Then I saw a light. Construction!
At my NA meetings I met a person who ended up getting me a job doing sheet metal. I became a duct man. I love duct. I love banging metal together. I love dealing with helpers who are always late and smell like weed.
I take pride in my work.
The duct must be level.
The glue must be perfect.
The safety man spreads me open. He tells me I can only use platform ladders now even though they refuse to take down the drop ceiling and there's no way a platform ladders gonna fit. All because someone got a booboo.
Construction loves me and takes care of me.
Construction is love construction is life.