Isn't He Amazing?

I knew that inside the brutally efficient driver's cab, there was a spider web under the dash. In his customized English he called it El E spider,. It was his mascot, he said, and brought him locked. He never occurred to me, he might be lonely. And he never missed the ritual we had created. No matter how beat he was, and he was beat alright. Some days he was gray, he was 100 years old. His back hurt. But he wore some kind of girdle thing to hold it together. The healer ladies in the barrio told him he pulled bad vibrations out of his body. He sat on a woven mat with springs in it. He