If They Can Do It, I Can Do It

WHEN I WAS on the outside, I thought that I was a happy man, because I was living in a false world of my own. I drove a truck long-distance. I drank and took pills in just about every town or city that I was in. It made me feel that I was king of the road. I was a little better off than most guys, as I owned my own tractor and trailer. I was taking home a minimum of $3,800 a month after all the bills were paid. What more could a guy ask for?