It is 9pm. I and George are on our way to a nearby town to make a beer run. They don't sell beer here in our hometown on Sunday. It seems like everybody and their grandmother is on the interstate tonight. I curse at the traffic as big trucks blow past me as if I am standing still.
"Dammit!" I mutter, exasperated. "The speed limit is seventy."
I and George had just had a conversation about what he said to Rosa the other day – berating her for her colorful past.
"I was just playing around," George says.
"It wasn't funny and I didn't appreciate you doing that," I reply. "Rosa doesn't show it, but it hurt her feelings."
"What do you see in that chick anyway?" George asks. "She's nothing but an old whore and a crack head."
"She's a good friend with a very good heart when you get to know her."
"I still say you two are fucking."
I ignore George's callous response. We pull into a convenience store off the interstate as George goes inside to buy a cheap case of beer. He walks back out and cracks open a beer as soon as he sits back down in the car.
"Ah, I need that," George says after guzzling down the brew.
"George, you need a hobby other than drinking," I say.
George laughs heartily.
"You mean play with those toy trains like you?" he asks, incredulously.
"They are not toys," I reply, defensively. "Model railroading takes a lot of skill and is an art form."
"If you say so," George says as he cracks open another beer.
I leave the interstate and drive out towards God's Country. An hour passes and George has put a sizable dent in that case of beer after many roadside bathroom breaks. We finally pull up into his mother's driveway. George's mother turns on the porch light and stands at the front door.
"Hey baby," she tells me as I walk with George to the door to say hello. "Here is your twenty dollars."
"Thank you so much, Mrs. Jones," I reply.
"Do you want to come in for awhile?" she asks.
"I better head on home," I reply. "It is getting late."
We bid each other goodbye and I get in my car to drive home. I had had enough of George tonight and was tired. George was unusually brusque and uncouth. I earned every bit of that twenty dollars putting up with him. I soon collapsed in the bed with Maggie and was sound asleep.