"How do you do it?" the kid asked. "How do you stay out here?"
Artie exhaled a cloud of blue smoke. "Soft people think toughness is an edge. It’s not. It’s a curve. You learn to bend so the wind goes over you. You learn that 'enough' is a feast, and 'tomorrow' is a luxury." hobo tough
Should we explore Artie's and what drove him to the rails, or "How do you do it
The rails don’t hum anymore; they scream. Artie “Iron-Lung” Miller wasn’t built for the modern world, but he was forged for the steel road. He carried everything he owned in a canvas pack that smelled of woodsmoke and old copper. At sixty-four, his skin was the color of a cured tobacco leaf, mapped with scars from narrow misses and cold nights. It’s not