Jesus. I feel like I got hit by a car. I'm out of shape. It's been a while since I did trim for a full day. I'm allied with Sicilians now. Don Vito's crew (Hilariously I'm not making that up). I can't understand a word anyone of them says. It's not the same. Residential construction is southeastern Michigan is 100% Italian. All the skilled labor are dagos. Most right off the boat, the rest like me. There's an army of Mexicans on the roofs, in the ditches and doing drywall but we have nothing to do with any of that. Those gangs are transient. They rent a room or a house and 20 of them sleep on the floor and ride to work in their boss's truck. Typically, there will be a head Mexican that does the talking and the driving because he can make the White Man's talk. Just good to be doing anything. Don Vito is 77 and he could bury me working and I can bury any 25 year old. Those old dagos are tough as nails. Don't do anything but work.