For part of a winter, while working at a place which had a heated garage and showers, I volunteered for straight evening shifts so I could work while it was cold and dark, and sleep in my car in the garage overnight when it was coldest. The cafeteria provided dirt cheap lunches, and I always begged for free unsold food at the end of the day. Generally I had to sneak in and out so that the bosses didn't find out. I had too much debt, a psycho girlfriend I was trying to avoid (long story), and was embarassed about my predicament. A sister loaned me more money than I deserved, and took me out for dinner alot. I eventually moved into a college nursing residence (yeah, there are stories to tell) and a series of cheap apartments before a good woman settled me down. Wisely, I married her when I got the chance.

I've often wondered if my back problems weren't started then, with a gear shifter stuck in my back.

Mooh.