“I don't do that shit,” from Brenda, inhaling deeply on the hogleg, “Jackal do it all night long...  not me...” Boy, that makes me feel better.  i take another slug from my beer and a drag off the joint.  Where the hell am i?  Jack leans down from the cab and hands me a mirror...  fuck, it's his rear-view....  and  a straw...  appropriately from a Happy Meal...  with 2 fat lines stretching diagonally across...  headlights hit us again...  unbelievable...  i crouch down, trying to shield this new spectacle from traffic.  balancing in the gravel, i take the straws and inhale Jack.  Looking up, i again wonder what brought me here and if anything else is in store for me.  i hand the mirror back up to the cab and go check my fuel gauge, half a tank.  the hose has stopped so i remove it and hand it back to Jack.
 
“Well,” i look at him, “it took about 10 gallons...”
 
“Humm... well, I sure as hell don't want to stop in Wendover...” from Jack as he looks at Brenda with a carnal smile, “don't worry about it, we'll stay to make sure you get started.”
 
i say a quick thanks and jump into my Jeep before he changes his mind...  turning the ignition...