Burton residence, Tuesday eve
Jack grinned, looking out the front window of his father's house at the truck parked in the driveway.
His truck.
Oh, sure, it was used, the engine would need a rebuild in a year or two and the cab smelled like old dog, but it was his semi, his business, his dream. As long as it stayed together and pulled straight. Ah, hell, take a chance, see what happens.
He grabbed a pencil to jot a note to his dad about the truck and the offer for his first haul (quick overnight load to break 'er in), and then he'd be off into the sunset.
[Exit Jack. Open for calls.]
His truck.
Oh, sure, it was used, the engine would need a rebuild in a year or two and the cab smelled like old dog, but it was his semi, his business, his dream. As long as it stayed together and pulled straight. Ah, hell, take a chance, see what happens.
He grabbed a pencil to jot a note to his dad about the truck and the offer for his first haul (quick overnight load to break 'er in), and then he'd be off into the sunset.
[Exit Jack. Open for calls.]