Things fall apart…
Ray gets out on Monday and all the jobs have fallen through. There are no living arrangements either. His almost-estranged father will probably not let him back in the house, not even for a couple days until he finds something.
He could, of course, take a tree service job in Springfield. Bad idea. All the old crowd would find him and offer him a smorgasbord of temptations from which he would, in all likelihood, never escape.
All job offers are welcome.
If you have no idea what I am talking about, please see this post and then this post and then this post and finally this post.
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