Bryan leaned out the window of Max's pickup truck as they sped down the interstate. He would've liked to be able to say that he did so to enjoy the breeze in his hair, but the truth was that it was either that or the smell of the inside of the truck. Never the cleanest or best functioning of trucks, the usual stink of diesel and old potato chip bags was almost overpowered by the stink of the man sitting no more than three feet away from him. Driving through the flat, featureless wasteland of the Texas panhandle was awful enough, by the AC in Max's car had been broken for a while and the summer heat made the bear of a man sweat and stink horribly. Not only that, but Max's taste in music consisted of hard rock or country played at maximum volume, and the rushing of the wind almost drowned it out. Almost. And to top it all off, he was hot! All in all, Bryan was miserable
Max, on the other hand, was enjoying himself immensely. Everything was going his way. He was on vacation and headed to Vail, Colorado, where he intended to get the most out of his relaxation time, he was driving his favorite truck, which he had developed a powerful fondness for over the years, he had a couple cases of beer in a cooler in the back seat, and he was listening to his favorite CDs. With his sunglasses on and his left arm casually resting on the windowsill while the wind tugged at his arm hair, Max was the very image of a confident asshole. All in all, Max was in a very good mood.
Unlike Bryan, Max enjoyed the heat. He liked the way his sweat caused his wifebeater undershirt to cling to his hard muscles and big, tight belly like a second skin. He liked the way his BO radiated off him in waves, filling the truck with his manly stench. Every so often, he'd rip a fart, which would fill the cabin with even more stench. He would enjoy it even in he was alone, but it was made all the more fun by the knowledge that it made Bryan miserable. In fact, thought Max, turning to look at his day dreaming stepson, it was about time for him to engage in his favorite past-time: tormenting.
"Bryan!" barked Max, jolting Bryan out of his reverie. "Get me another beer!" Bryan scrambled around in his seat and reached into the cooler, pulling out an ice cold
He cracked open the bottle with his teeth, spit the cap out the window and took a big swig. He wasn't concerned about drunk driving. Even if he did care about the law, he hadn't gotten drunk on beer since highschool. It took hard liquor to get him plastered, and a lot of it for that matter. As he chugged down the bottle, he noticed something on the side of the road up ahead.
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