My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

First started working with Locke in 1992. He would be standing in the homeowners driveway in his barefeet with a quart of Sierra Nevada on the table saw half gone, measuring the next cut. He wore old blue jeans and a button up shirt with the top three buttons undone.

His body was rock solid, he stood six foot two and must have been a foot and a half thick. He had a reputation up in the hills where he lived for wild living. Wrecked motorcycles, pregnant girls, a whiskey still that burnt down a house.

It’s been fourteen years now, and he’s nearing sixty. Locke wears boots to work these days. And a lot of the muscle is gone. He doesn’t drink quarts of beer on the job anymore. But he still does good work.