So I was trying to figure out how I was going to get home today, my friend usually gives me a ride, but she was out sick today. So, I was trying to figure out who I’d ask, since I really didn’t know who to ask. As I was standing around the parking lot, a familiar voice called out to me. It was the guy who I’d talked to earlier.
“Hey Lynn! You need a ride or somethin’?
He asked me, that country boy accent ringing out loud and clear. I stared at him for a second, then looked around and then back at my phone. I sighed and just walked over and asked him if he could give me a ride to a park near my house. He agreed and I got into his truck.
His truck wasn’t new, it was a pretty old looking truck, banged up, kind of rusted. He had some… “political stickers” on his rear window, one which I think will give you an idea of his beliefs.
“Let’s Go Brandon.”