July 15, 2010
New people continue to arrive at the factory. It is as if a refuse truck hoists its backend early Wednesday morning and deposits them on the loading dock for Cherlise to forklift to the grease patrol tables. They sit there with the fans bellowing and with bewildered looks, already babbling their stories. They need to tell their stories. David is 61 and had prostate cancer. He pees his pants. Cathy is 21 and her grandmother is dying. Greg is 19, weighs 450 pounds and is profusely tattooed. He is telling his story so intensely I cannot make out the words.