Rags. To Riches. Repeat
Sitting at his campfire, between his rust bucket truck and his dilapidated trailer, Albert toyed with the embers of the dying fire while listening to his favorite instrumental on the 8-track tape in the Fucker Only Runs Downhill — “Earschplittenloudenboomer” by Steppenwolf. His isolated home in the Shoshone Mountains of Nevada. His nearest neighbor: a mile away a meth lab in a similar trailer.