“I’m on call; if they call in the afternoon, I’ll go to the oil patch the next day.
A lot of us are on call from the fracking companies, all part-time.
I prepare the rice, beans, meat, iced tea right here, and then drive north.
Usually two or three hours from the Valley to Falfurias or Odem.
The fracking guys come over to my car, lean against it and eat and drink.
Mainly Mexicans, some blacks, some whites.
All standing up, no matter the weather, usually very hot.
The companies pay for their meals.
Like I said, it is day to day, good money,” she says,
Motioning the amount with fingers held wide apart.
“Got to go.
“And frack you! Bye!”
Before going inside of vehicle-packed yard,
“Would stay in the oil patch, but a room with a place to cook is more than eight thousand a month.
I did check on that.
Better to cook here, and drive up.”
And another loud, “Frack you!”
Eugene “Gene” Novogrodsky mid-February 2013