Working as a roofer might not sound that all encompassing. Ladder of life. No brains, no brawn. Just paid. Wrong, There are so many aspects to accomplishing the task, its shocking. Add to the fact it all started with a bet and you are female. Changes the whole task incredibily. After being suited with a hatchet and pouch. Which really meant, borrowing one. Or being given the set from the guy who put money on his belief you can pull it off. 50 bucks in those days was, large.
Dan the unlikely gent he was. Gave me 25 dollars of his steak. Which I immediately reinvested. Pouch, hatchet and knife. Finding I actually had an aptitude for this line of work. I figured what the fuck. Not busy anyways. Might as well make some coin.
