Asphalt and Cement

I couldn't imagine this tiny man climbing up into the cab of an eighteen wheeler and piloting that monstrosity at high speeds back and forth the asphalt and cement byways of the US.

I could imagine his life on the road, though: cigarettes, booze, probably drugs, caffeine, and fast food.

He was the embodiment of a man wrecked by hard living.

Ironic that Len's hard living lands him at Hospice House, possibly the nicest place he ever lived. I made a lot of assumptions about Len's lifestyle, his living arrangements. Am I off the mark? Comments.