Brent is an older planter.
He isn't really forthright about his age - just says things like he has been 'doing this for a while.'
I asked him some questions last night. We went to a strip bar and one of the girls danced to 'I'm on a boat.' Another girl had narrow hips and visibly strong abdominals. I gave her ten dollars just to be nice, I guess.
'Do you feel rootless, like, a vagabond?'
'Do you like that?'
'Yes, sort of.'
'Do you feel a strong pressure to not be a tree planter anymore?'
Brent is writing a book of stories. I don't know what he writes about. I think he is going to try to get Benny and I a job on the coast for the fall.
8 more days til the season is over for me.
His nickname is 'the doctor.'