A night in the life

Clouds roll in from the West. The sky darkens. Wind whips, cold and damp. In the distant, lighting crakles. Thunder booms. The first sprinkles fall from the heavens. Trees bow and bend as the wind picks up velocity.
The long two lane highway, surrounded by dense forest on either side, is barely visible. A bright white SUV barrels down the road. It's narrow lights cutting slices through the darkness. It speeds around a long easy curve.
Behind the steering wheel, Anthony. His emerald green eyes focused on the road ahead. A tan ball cap is slapped atop his long, messy black hair. He flicks ash off a ciggarette, through a small crack in the window. Takes a drag.
Before tonight, I never would have believed him. He's fed me nothing but bullshit stories since we were ten. The best one, when we where sixteen, and he missed my birthday party. I had asked him what happened. He went off on a tangent about being captured by a militia. Backwoods, rifle carrying, government overthrowing militia. I told him he was full of shit. But he stuck to his story, for ten long years now.
We've kept in touch over the span of time. Not as close friends. It's hard to trust someone that lies to your face, and expects you to believe it. Don't get me wrong, I've lied in my time. Everyone has at some point in thier life. The difference, we don't make a life of the lie. Clark has. He's lied so many times over, he believes the stories he comes up with. No matter how fanciful, or far fetched.