Otto had been biding his time. Kroger’s supermarket agreed to drop the charges over the ‘vegetable incident’ if he never came back. It would be difficult to move on, and figured he’s need a plan. He decided he would get a job. The revelation from that ideal career test he took was that he was qualified to be a drifter. He could hardly wait to start. Mom wouldn’t mind typing my resume, and that guy who lives under the bridge said he’d be a reference. He just needed those scented business cards.