Post by jasoncash on Jul 29, 2016 7:59:13 GMT -5
It was very early in the morning. The sun was just beginning its a sent. Birds were just now starting to chirp and the heavy fog created from the intense Mississippi humidity and the previous nights rain was starting to dissipate.
Jason Cash stumbled out of his trailer. He had a small, handheld camera in one hand and a cooler in the other. I'd be willing to bet that the cooler was full of beer. His cowboy boots knocking on the old wood porch cause a slight disturbance, even though he was trying to be quiet. Two bedroom lights cam on. Jason put his things down and turned around. His gorgeous, brunette wife stood in the doorway in her black, lace teddi. At her hips was a pretty girl with blue eyes the size of the moon. This was Nicole and Zoey. Jason's family.
He knelt down to Zoeys level and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Daddy, do you have to?", she asked in the sweetest voice. Jason closed his eyes and nodded. " I sure do lil darlin. Daddy's gotta go make some money.", he said as he gave her a hug. " Tell ya what. Next time, you and yer momma can come!", he said, letting her go. The little girl beamed. Jason might be alot of things..a drunk..an alcoholic..but he had always been a great father. He loved his family very much. " I'll be sendin you pictures later." He said as he pinched Nicoles ass.
He gave them both one last hug and picked up his things. Making his way up the hill, he waved goodbye one last time. He blew a kiss to Zoey. His old, rusty green Chevy truck coughed to a start. Black smoke filled the air and Jason drove off.
It was mid morning when Jason turned the camera on. It was shaky as hell. Not Blair witch project shaky. Oh no, this was much worse. Jason's truck had no cushion, you see. It bounced with every bump, and..well..southern roads are bad. To make matters worse, Jason was far from sober. He couldn't keep the truck straight. He kept swerving all over the place. Mostly because he couldnt drive, drink, and use his spit bottle all at the same time and with only one hand. He had to save the other one for the awefully shakey camera. He did manage though.
He held up the camera, taking far too long to get himself into view. " How n the hell yall doin out thar?!", he started. " Welcome to on the sumbitchin road with Jason John cash!", he said.
He hit the radio with his fist. Eastbound and Down played through the old speakers. " We gone have us some fun!", he yelled.
He swerved to the left and then to the right. He spit in his bottle and held the handicam to his face. He probably shouldn't have. He was driving after all. The video was blurry and out of focus. He didn't know how to turn on auto focus. The fact that he could use the camera at all was surprising. Nevertheless, there he was, blurry, out of focus and barely in the shot.
" How all you sumbitches doin out thar? I'm Jason John Cash and Ill be th..Holy shit!", Jason yelled. He'd driven off the road and nearly into a ditch. The old truck didnt like it. It backfired and Jason stopped. "Yall see that mess? That sumbitch damn near ran me off the damn road!", He said into the camera. He pointed it out the back glass. There wasn't another car to be seen. " Yall see that mess? Damn rice burners.", he said.
He was back on the road though. Still swerving. Still driving like an idiot. George Jones played in the background. Jason sang along with the lyrics. " oooo white lightnin.", he sang while taking drink of his beer.
" Now I want all you sumbitches out there ta know that I ain't got a damn thang against old peoole. I love old folks...full of knowledge. Hell I wouldn't know how ta make my own whiskey if it wasn't fer old people. I love em.", he started.
The sound of sirens filled the air. Jason pulled over, the old truck screeching to a halt. He put his beer down.
He pointed the camera out of the window. It was still very shaky and out of focus. An old man came up to the window, atlesst that's what it looked like. " Jason Cash.", came an old man's voice. Jason turned the camera to himself. "Damn..It had ta be Barney.", he said with a laugh. The old man looked stern, but short and fat. " You know why I pulled ya over?", Barney asked. Jason shook his head. " I reckon it had ta do with that sumbitch what run me off the road. You caught that sumbitch..didnt ya? Lemme at him.", Jason said. Barney dropped his head. " I done
told ya what Im gone do if I catch ya drinkin an drivin again.", he said. Jason turned the camera back to himself. Luckily the sound was good because his face was all out of focus. He seemed to be frowning. " Damn it boy, its only nine in the mornin. How many have ya had?, the old man asked. Jason could only shrug his shoulders. He couldn't count all that great. " One I reckon.", Jason said. The old man rolled his eyes. " Got outs the truck.", Barney said. Jason nodded, camera still shakey. He opened the door of his truck and stepped out. Seven beer bottles fell out as he did so and shattered on the ground. " Seven. You done had seven beers an its only nine in the mornin. You know what I have to do.", Barney said. Jason nodded. "Well I reckon yer gonna try and whoop my ass like them city cops.", Jason said with a laugh. " This sumbitchin camera works y'know.", he said laughing even more. Of course he was only making jokes. He respected officers of the law. Not enough to stop doing illegal shit though. "I'm gonna need you to put the camera down and lean up against yer truck.", Barney said. Jason did as he was asked. " I'll let ya arrest me this time.", Jason said.
A car blew past them causing Barney to stop what he was doing. He let Jason go and ran back to his car. Ran? Well, he wobbled..quickly. Tho man was short and fat. He wobbled. Jason picked up his camera, damn near dropping it and pointed it toward the speeding car. " That's the sumbitch what ran me off the road! Git that sumbitch. Git I'm!", Jason yelled. Of course we couldn't really make anything out. The camera was too shakey and out of focus.
He got back into his truck, door creaking as he did. He opened a fresh beer and turned it up. He looked into the, finally in focus handicam. " Damn..yall see that mess? That sumbitch was gonna arrest yer hero? Ain't nobody on this earth what can tell me how much I can damn drank.", he said as he finished the beer, throwing the bottle out of the window.
" Now, as I was sayin... I love old people. They know how ta make some damn good shine. They know how ta make some damn good chitlins. But they make piss poor fighters.." He said, swerving off the road. "Now I'm perty damn sure that sumbitch might a been a monster back in tha day. Hell he prolly suplexed a poor sumbitch two times in a sumbitchin row. Thang is...This aint the eighties. We ain't punks round here. These days ya got people like me.. I whoop wholesale ass every damn day of the week. And I ain't scared ta break an ole man's hips. I really ain't. I'll do that mess and wont thank twice about it.", Jason said. He Looked in his cooler only to find it empty. " Son of a bitch!", he screamed into the camera.
The truck swerved into a gas station. Jason stumbled out of the truck, camera in hand, and walked into dlo truck stop. He walked right past the counter and to the beer cooler. He heard a familiar voice. " Jason Cash".
Our redneck hero turned around, pointing the camera in the face of an old foe. That foe was Jon Porter. He was a small, frail man with a beard and a black trench coat. Jason always wondered why the coat, especially in this heat.
" Way to quit."
"Way to be a sneaky little thief", Jason said walking by. Jon put his hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason looked at the hand and grinned. He spit tobacco in the mans eye and super kicked him. Jasons cowboy boots damn near crushed the mans jaw. " Dont damnit touch me." Jason said walking away. When he got to the counter, the cashier was on the phone. Jason guessed it was the cops so he laid a twnty dollar bill on the counter and walked away with his case of Budweiser.
He pointed the handicam to humid face. " I reckon he was just too high strung. No daisy at all.", Jason said. He put the beer bottles in his cooler and started the truck. Smoke was everywhere. He sped off, leaving the sirens behind.
He grabbed a beer from his cooler with no hands on the wheel. He twisted off the top and took a long drink. " Now, as I said before I was rudely interrupted by that sumbitch barney fife..I ain't got a damn thang against old folks. Nothin. But that damn ole hanky panky sumbitch wanna damn complain. I reckon he thanks he can do that mess cause he's old as hell. Yall know old folks. They thank they can sit there in the damn way...do whatever they want just cause they old.", he said as he sped down the road.
"This sumbitch talkin bout the glory days. Back when a suplex would knock a ole boy out fer the count. Bitchin bout how these young whipper snappers go round doin flips an what not. What kinda sumbitch complains bout folks doin mess old folks can't damn do? I'll tell ya..Old folks.
That's what kind. Ain't got nothin better to do I reckon. That ole sumbitch oughta be gettin his hemoroids checked out rather than run that mouth bout mess he just dont understand.", Jason said with a laugh. " I can't do them flips an what not. You see ole Jason cash bitchin bout it? Hell naw! I just wait fer that mess ta be over and then I whoop that ass. Ole folks bitchin bout mess. That's the only damn thang I dont like bout old folks. Always gotta damn complain. Hows about ya just shut yer mouth an fight. What? Ya thank just cause we know yer older than dirt we wont beat yer ass? Hell son ZT dont play that mess. Hell..we'll cripple ya and not thank twice about that mess.", Jason said into the shakey, nausea inducing camera.
He made his way up interstate 55 and straight through Mississippi. He'd stopped for beer a few times. He drinks..alot. He'd gone though countryside. He'd gone through ghettos. Now, he was going through the Mississippi delta. There were fields as far as the eye could see. Jason drank a beer and held the handicam out of the window. "Hey gladiator what ain't got no arena. You just love whoopin up on weak sumbitches, dont ya. Why dont ya come down here an whoop up on an ole boy named "bear farts in woods." Them Indians..boy them sumbitches dont mess around. Them sumbitches brang canons ta knife fights. They brang them aks in gun fights. Them sumbitches crazy man. You don't come round these parts talkin mess. Hell that's where I get my love fer fightin. See, I'm half Irish, a quarter Cherokee and a quarter chocktaw. Fightin...Hell that mess is in my blood. That mess in yer blood? I mean...I ain't seen ya since you whooped that Sal guy. Where the hell ya been? Cat got that tongue of yers? Or did ya realize that you ain't got a chance in hell?", Jason said.
He brought the shakey ass camera back into the truck. It went in and out of focus as he did so. He swerved left and then right, going into both lanes and nearly hitting two cars. " Whoa now.", Jason said as he got the truck straight again.
" Yall know I hate Jersey? Ain't nothin but a damn trash pile. I burn trash piles. Maybe ZT should burn Jersey to the sumbitchin ground. Get rid of that Cormier sumbitch an make the work a better place. Two birds with one damn stone, y'know?", he said. He suddenly jerked the truck to the side of the road. He ran to the passenger side and unzipped his pants. Of course he took the camera with him. It was too blurry to see anything of course. But he did take his cellphone out of his pocket, snapped a picture of his junk and sent it to someone via text. "Dick pic! he said..laughing his ass off. " Bigger than that little wein cap wssff has, I guarantee that. Yall know then Chinese eyed sumbitches got tiny wangs! That sumbitch takes a dick pic, ain't a damn than in the picture!", he added, laughing even harder.
He climbed back into the truck. The truck backfired as he drove away. "Damn this is some mighty fine beer we got here. Wish yall could damn taste this mess. It's goooooood!", he said. He grinned and looked into the camera, again not seeing that he wasn't really in the picture.
" That sumbitch Cormier gone anyway. Ain't said a damn thang. He ain't no daisy. Hell you'd thank that sumbitch'd atlesst defend his name. I thought them SEALS was cocky sumbitches. This Pete Cormier sumbitch? Well he might just be full of bitch. Scared ta show his damn face. Or maybe he had a bad case of PTSD and offed his self..er wound up in jail. Who know? All I know is that Zero Tolerance is gonna walk off with it.", he said as he spit into his bottle. He then took both hands off the wheel and looked directly into the camera. " Yall hear that mess? We gone walk off with it. Not yall. Ain't a damn thang yall can do bout it. Yall can show up thankin yall gonna fight. Thankin yall gonna win. Yall ain't. Yall just a bunch of poor sumbitches what full of bitch. We gone beat the bitch out of ya. Dont worry bout that mess. We gone whoop that ass!".
He grabbed the wheel just time time to keep from hitting a semi truck head on. And what did our hero do? He laughed. Where most people would have stopped to collect themselves, our redneck hero laughed and kept going .
" Damn. Some bad drivers round here. Yall know who else is a bad driver? Cap wsssf. That sumbitch can't get a damn cameraman ta shoot a video..much less drive his retarded ass down ta was studios ta shoot somethin. Maybe he's just damn lazy. Or maybe he thanks he gone get by on super powers. I'm afraid them super powers go away when ya get kicked in the balls. Not that Id do that mess. Who in the hell am I kiddin? I plan on stompin on them sumbitches. Yall know me. Dont matter if its legs or illegal, ill do it. I'll kick that poor son of a gun right in his balls. Yall know that. Hell Crazy J prolly wanna cut them sumbitches off. He's crazy as hell man.", our hero said with a smile.
The truck started to slow down. Jason pulled the truck into a gravel parking lot and parked at a dilapidated building. The sign said " Live Nude Girls." He grinned to himself before getting out. " Well at least it ain't dead nude girls. That shit'd be weird.".
He got out of the truck just as the sun began to set
Jason Cash stumbled out of his trailer. He had a small, handheld camera in one hand and a cooler in the other. I'd be willing to bet that the cooler was full of beer. His cowboy boots knocking on the old wood porch cause a slight disturbance, even though he was trying to be quiet. Two bedroom lights cam on. Jason put his things down and turned around. His gorgeous, brunette wife stood in the doorway in her black, lace teddi. At her hips was a pretty girl with blue eyes the size of the moon. This was Nicole and Zoey. Jason's family.
He knelt down to Zoeys level and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Daddy, do you have to?", she asked in the sweetest voice. Jason closed his eyes and nodded. " I sure do lil darlin. Daddy's gotta go make some money.", he said as he gave her a hug. " Tell ya what. Next time, you and yer momma can come!", he said, letting her go. The little girl beamed. Jason might be alot of things..a drunk..an alcoholic..but he had always been a great father. He loved his family very much. " I'll be sendin you pictures later." He said as he pinched Nicoles ass.
He gave them both one last hug and picked up his things. Making his way up the hill, he waved goodbye one last time. He blew a kiss to Zoey. His old, rusty green Chevy truck coughed to a start. Black smoke filled the air and Jason drove off.
It was mid morning when Jason turned the camera on. It was shaky as hell. Not Blair witch project shaky. Oh no, this was much worse. Jason's truck had no cushion, you see. It bounced with every bump, and..well..southern roads are bad. To make matters worse, Jason was far from sober. He couldn't keep the truck straight. He kept swerving all over the place. Mostly because he couldnt drive, drink, and use his spit bottle all at the same time and with only one hand. He had to save the other one for the awefully shakey camera. He did manage though.
He held up the camera, taking far too long to get himself into view. " How n the hell yall doin out thar?!", he started. " Welcome to on the sumbitchin road with Jason John cash!", he said.
He hit the radio with his fist. Eastbound and Down played through the old speakers. " We gone have us some fun!", he yelled.
He swerved to the left and then to the right. He spit in his bottle and held the handicam to his face. He probably shouldn't have. He was driving after all. The video was blurry and out of focus. He didn't know how to turn on auto focus. The fact that he could use the camera at all was surprising. Nevertheless, there he was, blurry, out of focus and barely in the shot.
" How all you sumbitches doin out thar? I'm Jason John Cash and Ill be th..Holy shit!", Jason yelled. He'd driven off the road and nearly into a ditch. The old truck didnt like it. It backfired and Jason stopped. "Yall see that mess? That sumbitch damn near ran me off the damn road!", He said into the camera. He pointed it out the back glass. There wasn't another car to be seen. " Yall see that mess? Damn rice burners.", he said.
He was back on the road though. Still swerving. Still driving like an idiot. George Jones played in the background. Jason sang along with the lyrics. " oooo white lightnin.", he sang while taking drink of his beer.
" Now I want all you sumbitches out there ta know that I ain't got a damn thang against old peoole. I love old folks...full of knowledge. Hell I wouldn't know how ta make my own whiskey if it wasn't fer old people. I love em.", he started.
The sound of sirens filled the air. Jason pulled over, the old truck screeching to a halt. He put his beer down.
He pointed the camera out of the window. It was still very shaky and out of focus. An old man came up to the window, atlesst that's what it looked like. " Jason Cash.", came an old man's voice. Jason turned the camera to himself. "Damn..It had ta be Barney.", he said with a laugh. The old man looked stern, but short and fat. " You know why I pulled ya over?", Barney asked. Jason shook his head. " I reckon it had ta do with that sumbitch what run me off the road. You caught that sumbitch..didnt ya? Lemme at him.", Jason said. Barney dropped his head. " I done
told ya what Im gone do if I catch ya drinkin an drivin again.", he said. Jason turned the camera back to himself. Luckily the sound was good because his face was all out of focus. He seemed to be frowning. " Damn it boy, its only nine in the mornin. How many have ya had?, the old man asked. Jason could only shrug his shoulders. He couldn't count all that great. " One I reckon.", Jason said. The old man rolled his eyes. " Got outs the truck.", Barney said. Jason nodded, camera still shakey. He opened the door of his truck and stepped out. Seven beer bottles fell out as he did so and shattered on the ground. " Seven. You done had seven beers an its only nine in the mornin. You know what I have to do.", Barney said. Jason nodded. "Well I reckon yer gonna try and whoop my ass like them city cops.", Jason said with a laugh. " This sumbitchin camera works y'know.", he said laughing even more. Of course he was only making jokes. He respected officers of the law. Not enough to stop doing illegal shit though. "I'm gonna need you to put the camera down and lean up against yer truck.", Barney said. Jason did as he was asked. " I'll let ya arrest me this time.", Jason said.
A car blew past them causing Barney to stop what he was doing. He let Jason go and ran back to his car. Ran? Well, he wobbled..quickly. Tho man was short and fat. He wobbled. Jason picked up his camera, damn near dropping it and pointed it toward the speeding car. " That's the sumbitch what ran me off the road! Git that sumbitch. Git I'm!", Jason yelled. Of course we couldn't really make anything out. The camera was too shakey and out of focus.
He got back into his truck, door creaking as he did. He opened a fresh beer and turned it up. He looked into the, finally in focus handicam. " Damn..yall see that mess? That sumbitch was gonna arrest yer hero? Ain't nobody on this earth what can tell me how much I can damn drank.", he said as he finished the beer, throwing the bottle out of the window.
" Now, as I was sayin... I love old people. They know how ta make some damn good shine. They know how ta make some damn good chitlins. But they make piss poor fighters.." He said, swerving off the road. "Now I'm perty damn sure that sumbitch might a been a monster back in tha day. Hell he prolly suplexed a poor sumbitch two times in a sumbitchin row. Thang is...This aint the eighties. We ain't punks round here. These days ya got people like me.. I whoop wholesale ass every damn day of the week. And I ain't scared ta break an ole man's hips. I really ain't. I'll do that mess and wont thank twice about it.", Jason said. He Looked in his cooler only to find it empty. " Son of a bitch!", he screamed into the camera.
The truck swerved into a gas station. Jason stumbled out of the truck, camera in hand, and walked into dlo truck stop. He walked right past the counter and to the beer cooler. He heard a familiar voice. " Jason Cash".
Our redneck hero turned around, pointing the camera in the face of an old foe. That foe was Jon Porter. He was a small, frail man with a beard and a black trench coat. Jason always wondered why the coat, especially in this heat.
" Way to quit."
"Way to be a sneaky little thief", Jason said walking by. Jon put his hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason looked at the hand and grinned. He spit tobacco in the mans eye and super kicked him. Jasons cowboy boots damn near crushed the mans jaw. " Dont damnit touch me." Jason said walking away. When he got to the counter, the cashier was on the phone. Jason guessed it was the cops so he laid a twnty dollar bill on the counter and walked away with his case of Budweiser.
He pointed the handicam to humid face. " I reckon he was just too high strung. No daisy at all.", Jason said. He put the beer bottles in his cooler and started the truck. Smoke was everywhere. He sped off, leaving the sirens behind.
He grabbed a beer from his cooler with no hands on the wheel. He twisted off the top and took a long drink. " Now, as I said before I was rudely interrupted by that sumbitch barney fife..I ain't got a damn thang against old folks. Nothin. But that damn ole hanky panky sumbitch wanna damn complain. I reckon he thanks he can do that mess cause he's old as hell. Yall know old folks. They thank they can sit there in the damn way...do whatever they want just cause they old.", he said as he sped down the road.
"This sumbitch talkin bout the glory days. Back when a suplex would knock a ole boy out fer the count. Bitchin bout how these young whipper snappers go round doin flips an what not. What kinda sumbitch complains bout folks doin mess old folks can't damn do? I'll tell ya..Old folks.
That's what kind. Ain't got nothin better to do I reckon. That ole sumbitch oughta be gettin his hemoroids checked out rather than run that mouth bout mess he just dont understand.", Jason said with a laugh. " I can't do them flips an what not. You see ole Jason cash bitchin bout it? Hell naw! I just wait fer that mess ta be over and then I whoop that ass. Ole folks bitchin bout mess. That's the only damn thang I dont like bout old folks. Always gotta damn complain. Hows about ya just shut yer mouth an fight. What? Ya thank just cause we know yer older than dirt we wont beat yer ass? Hell son ZT dont play that mess. Hell..we'll cripple ya and not thank twice about that mess.", Jason said into the shakey, nausea inducing camera.
He made his way up interstate 55 and straight through Mississippi. He'd stopped for beer a few times. He drinks..alot. He'd gone though countryside. He'd gone through ghettos. Now, he was going through the Mississippi delta. There were fields as far as the eye could see. Jason drank a beer and held the handicam out of the window. "Hey gladiator what ain't got no arena. You just love whoopin up on weak sumbitches, dont ya. Why dont ya come down here an whoop up on an ole boy named "bear farts in woods." Them Indians..boy them sumbitches dont mess around. Them sumbitches brang canons ta knife fights. They brang them aks in gun fights. Them sumbitches crazy man. You don't come round these parts talkin mess. Hell that's where I get my love fer fightin. See, I'm half Irish, a quarter Cherokee and a quarter chocktaw. Fightin...Hell that mess is in my blood. That mess in yer blood? I mean...I ain't seen ya since you whooped that Sal guy. Where the hell ya been? Cat got that tongue of yers? Or did ya realize that you ain't got a chance in hell?", Jason said.
He brought the shakey ass camera back into the truck. It went in and out of focus as he did so. He swerved left and then right, going into both lanes and nearly hitting two cars. " Whoa now.", Jason said as he got the truck straight again.
" Yall know I hate Jersey? Ain't nothin but a damn trash pile. I burn trash piles. Maybe ZT should burn Jersey to the sumbitchin ground. Get rid of that Cormier sumbitch an make the work a better place. Two birds with one damn stone, y'know?", he said. He suddenly jerked the truck to the side of the road. He ran to the passenger side and unzipped his pants. Of course he took the camera with him. It was too blurry to see anything of course. But he did take his cellphone out of his pocket, snapped a picture of his junk and sent it to someone via text. "Dick pic! he said..laughing his ass off. " Bigger than that little wein cap wssff has, I guarantee that. Yall know then Chinese eyed sumbitches got tiny wangs! That sumbitch takes a dick pic, ain't a damn than in the picture!", he added, laughing even harder.
He climbed back into the truck. The truck backfired as he drove away. "Damn this is some mighty fine beer we got here. Wish yall could damn taste this mess. It's goooooood!", he said. He grinned and looked into the camera, again not seeing that he wasn't really in the picture.
" That sumbitch Cormier gone anyway. Ain't said a damn thang. He ain't no daisy. Hell you'd thank that sumbitch'd atlesst defend his name. I thought them SEALS was cocky sumbitches. This Pete Cormier sumbitch? Well he might just be full of bitch. Scared ta show his damn face. Or maybe he had a bad case of PTSD and offed his self..er wound up in jail. Who know? All I know is that Zero Tolerance is gonna walk off with it.", he said as he spit into his bottle. He then took both hands off the wheel and looked directly into the camera. " Yall hear that mess? We gone walk off with it. Not yall. Ain't a damn thang yall can do bout it. Yall can show up thankin yall gonna fight. Thankin yall gonna win. Yall ain't. Yall just a bunch of poor sumbitches what full of bitch. We gone beat the bitch out of ya. Dont worry bout that mess. We gone whoop that ass!".
He grabbed the wheel just time time to keep from hitting a semi truck head on. And what did our hero do? He laughed. Where most people would have stopped to collect themselves, our redneck hero laughed and kept going .
" Damn. Some bad drivers round here. Yall know who else is a bad driver? Cap wsssf. That sumbitch can't get a damn cameraman ta shoot a video..much less drive his retarded ass down ta was studios ta shoot somethin. Maybe he's just damn lazy. Or maybe he thanks he gone get by on super powers. I'm afraid them super powers go away when ya get kicked in the balls. Not that Id do that mess. Who in the hell am I kiddin? I plan on stompin on them sumbitches. Yall know me. Dont matter if its legs or illegal, ill do it. I'll kick that poor son of a gun right in his balls. Yall know that. Hell Crazy J prolly wanna cut them sumbitches off. He's crazy as hell man.", our hero said with a smile.
The truck started to slow down. Jason pulled the truck into a gravel parking lot and parked at a dilapidated building. The sign said " Live Nude Girls." He grinned to himself before getting out. " Well at least it ain't dead nude girls. That shit'd be weird.".
He got out of the truck just as the sun began to set
