The Fallen Farmer.

" Hey John hows it hanging buddy?" Brian said walking in with a brisk in his hand as he was in the garage.

" Not to bad. Just fixing this exhaust and what not.." Working under a old 1970's Ford F-250 that had a rack on it. John was about 5'9 and Brian was just a little taller then he was. John had gone into a fruit buisness selling them off the trees. Meanwhile Brian had a massive truck company and was always checking on John. There buisnesses were only about a few miles apart. Suprisingly on the same land so they had there own little road that they traveled on. Even more surpring was the old trucks Brian scavenged around it since he was able to get them cheaply. 

" Where's that Dodge of yours.. Mind if I take her for a spin?" Knowing he had gotten a new truck to drive around. Brian stared at the 2008 Dodge Ram as it was the newest he had ever owned.

" Yeah man.. Here." Knowing he was just going to fool around a little bit in it. Now rolling back under the truck he had the exhaust coming out as the steps. Flipping down his welding mask he started welding once again on the exhaust. Brian meanwhile had taken off for a cruise in the Dodge Ram. A few minutes later the exhaust was welded on and he threw the helmet on the desk.

" Woooo..." Now looking in the engine bay and seeing a exhaust attached to the new 351 Windsor. The engine had came out of a newer F-150 that was totaled and sent to the junkyard. Excitedly John got in the truck and turned the key over.

" Vrrooooom!" Smiling now as the exhaust was coming out were it was supposed to and there was no leaks.

" Wooooooohooo!" Now shutting the hood and flooring it in reverse and pulling a U-turn. As he pulled the turn he threw the truck in drive and gunned the accelerator craving adrenaline. The music blasted as he hit 80 miles per hour and the speakers boomed with bass. Brian meanwhile was now just at the ending of the road as he saw John quickly aproaching. Not even lifting up on the gas John quickly passed Brian and honked at him. As quickly as he passed he applied the brakes, coming to a stop at there stop sign as a 18 wheeler crossed.

" Silly John."

" Love you to Lilly." Joking around as he was single as she was to but wanted to stay that way.

" Yeah, Ok then."

" Pft. So serious." John said now driving forward as Brian tailgated him into his trucking garage now. His garage included a four bay working area and a mobile home that was extended. It was a hangout spot and rooms for the truckers who didn't have homes at the moment.

" So, hows your buisness holding yo?" Now getting out of the truck after shutting it off and looking around at the garage.

" Good, good.. Been delivering the stuff for Mack's stadium lately. Been making out pretty nice even if its a low pay for a friend." Mack used to be a trucker like John and Brian but had spent his savings and got a stadium going. John also made multiple fruit runs up there as the shops needed it. A engine of a Kenworth could soon be heard pulling in as Brian and John were chilling on a couch. It was directly on the floor and both of them started drinking since it was Friday. 

" Hey why must you two always drink... Why not be more responsible..?" Lilly asked worried John would do something stupid like always.

" Becuase. Screw life.." Now downing the second can as he went for the third one and Lilly still stood in front of him.

" You will never get a girlfriend like that John.. Piece of crap can't even stay clean for a week.." Seeing her walk away pissed off as he didnt take any thought into what she said. It even gave him more reason to drink as he chugged the third beer he had. Then he took out the hard liqour and took a shot of it. Brian meanwhile was only on his second beer and stayed away from the hard liqour.