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Branch would nt last a day on a building site, he d be running in to the portiloo every 2 hours to stuff another chicken breast down his fat mouthregards
In my experience on job sites most construction workers are skinny smokers. Alot of tweakers too.
6AM sharp and Day One of your new construction job begins. In your life you have known only sedentary jobs, with little or no physical demand. Now times have changed. Money is harder to come by. A friend of a friend of your dad knew someone...and here you are. The men here are tough. Big, hairy, stocky bastards with thick hairy forearms, tattoos and tan workboots. Hardhats and flannel. Cigarettes and profanity. A big step down, yet strangely exciting. Your name is called! Yes, you say...here I am. Fish! a bear of a man shouts. New Meat! exclaims another. A meaty paw slaps the back of your head, knocking your ill fitting hardhat to the ground. These burly men with their tool belts let out hearty guffaws as you're shoved around like a ragdoll. You nervously try to laugh it off. One of the brutes-big, bearded, pot bellied and clad in an ocean of flannel- steps forward. A stubby cigar hanging from his mouth, he jabs a fat finger into your chest, launching you two steps backwards. I found me a new coffee bitch, he proclaims. These beasts all laugh loudly as your pathetic body exudes humiliation. Then...all of a sudden...the men part way and another kind of beast steps through. A human muscle machine, with blue flannel stretched agonizingly across his freakishly huge torso, dark blue Dickies hugging every inch of his tree trunk thighs. The letters BRANCH stenciled across the side of his hardhat. Leave the kid alone, he says authoritatively. He'll be working with me...
Branch Warren Sequence: The Construction SiteThe cigar-chomping bully looks over at Branch. He surveys the roast beef sized pecs, the barndoor-wide shoulders, the canonball deltoids, and the baseball biceps. Raising his eyes to Branch's, he realizes he's defeated. Whatever, he says with a smirk, you can have the bitch. Branch's ice cold stare is unwavering. Another day Sal, Branch says evenly. Sal feels the collective stare of the mob around him, awaiting a response. His throat tightens as he barely gets out the words: I welcome it Branch...bring it on...With that Branch looks over at you, and, as he motions you over with his head, you can see every steel sinew of power in his neck erupting like mini volcanoes. You feel a stirring deep within, and hypnotically walk towards Branch Warren.
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