Hafaman Construction

 
   It amused his customers that Jimmy Hafaman had an MFA in Creative Writing and taught it part-time, in the evening program at the Community College. When he showed up wearing his Carhartts and a tool belt, with a copy of Bukowski’s Maybe Tomorrow in the nail pouch, it always started a conversation that ended badly.
   At his age – thirty-eight – people didn’t know whether he was a failed college professor on the way down or a day-job remodel carpenter hoping to start a literary upswing.
   He didn’t bother to tell them he could just as easily be a failed general contractor, trying to follow in his father’s large footsteps, the man who built Hafaman Construction and half of downtown Port Hudson. Or maybe a small-change community college instructor aspiring to build something out of more than just words, something people could raise a family in; generations of a family, for that matter.
   In fact, he was none of the above. Jimmy Hafaman wanted nothing more or less than to spend all day writing stories.

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