I feel like I am experiencing life without my body for the first time, and it scares me. In jail, my job was to collect trash, run errands, and scrap copper wire for the county to get a little guard food every night; when I was released I sold my plasma for nearly ten years; I was a dishwasher and a line cook; I worked for a caterer and, while carrying a full hand-truck of kitchen equipment up a small set of steps, got some pretty…
