I don’t know how to work hard. I don’t work hard I won’t work hard. To hell with hard, I don’t like work. I don’t like it, so why do it. I’m trying to suss out the right words to open with. My dad would have to get up with the phone in the middle of the night, dress, drive, pick up a body, spend hours of the night in the morgue, and then work a full day. My inner…