He wrote stories and poems.
Since he was a kid he’d been writing them. He never got tired of dreaming up and setting down new ideas for his literary pieces. All this was true, but it wasn’t until he was in his late fifties that he realised that putting them down on paper just wasn’t enough. It became apparent that what he actually wanted was an audience. He had thought about creating a website and posting them, but this didn’t fulfil his need. He needed to have them listened to.
Eventually, his change of employment solved all of this.
Those that were there with him on any given nightshift never interrupted him when he sat reading aloud his latest offerings.
It turned out that morgue work was the perfect answer…