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When I wake up, it is eight o'clock at night and I usually have a sore throat. I always eat whatever my mom made but it's cold by then. After that, I smoke a cigarette out back by our pool which is half empty from a busted ring in the pump. I take a shower, brush my teeth, swish mouthwash while I count to sixty. I put on my pair of work Levi 511's, a t-shirt, one hooded sweatshirt, and one track jacket. I always wear black socks. I drive my sisters car down Browning rd, up Lithia/Pinecrest, and stop at Starbucks for a Venti Americanno (sic?) with soy milk and two natural brown sugar packets. I always listen to Darkest Hour on my way to work. Specifically, Hidden Hands Of A Sadist Nation. Then it's Bloomingdale to 301. 301 to 60. 60 to 50th. 50th to Acline and I am at work. I finish my white boy's coffee in the break room with all of the old Haitian men, Thai women, and country folk whom I work with. They drink their coffee out of small white styrofoam cups with powdered milk and sugar. I swipe my time card to clock in at 9:53 p.m. every day. We have a shift meeting at 10:00 p.m. in the conference room. I put in ear plugs, put on a hair net, wash my hands and start working. I put the lids on soda cans at a rate of 1205 cans per minute. I get a break two hours later. Then another break 3 hours later. Then another two hours later. Then, I leave at 6:30 a.m., usually. When I drive home, it gets light out fast enough that you can close your eyes at a stop light and when you open them, it will be noticeably brighter out.