Keith had been silent now for 6 hours. They were in Oregon now, and he still had his headphones on.
"You think he can hear us? With dem tings on his head."
"The headphones, probably, I don't think they are that nice of noise cancelling."
"Fuck him. Hate that guy."
Dave felt weird talking about him in the same car.
"Baka I think just don't worry so much, we were just pulling your leg, he doesn't like the music its a normal thing. He just put his own headphones on its fine."
Baka clicked his teeth.
"You wanna switch soon? Its getting dark,"
Baka had a rule for awhile, where no one would drive him. But now he'd let Dave. Trusted him. Even trusted him enough to sleep.
Dave liked the driving here, much better than Canada. The roads were bigger or something, also no kilometer signs. He hated that, always made him feel like it would take more time.
Here the roads were wide, and their car was big. A truck, he liked that. Made him think of his army days.
