Now he was parked. He took a last swig off his coffee from home, and grabbed his bag. He clicked the lock button twice, and the car beeped that it was safe. Not that he had anything expensive there, it was mostly on him, but he was always worried. Especially...

There while he was parking in the street a man called out to him.

"You know there's free parking over there. Just two streets up. You'll see it, theres no signs there so you can park for free."

"Woah...Uh" Max looked at his steering wheel. He had parked perfectly. He was ready...

The fields where corn grew stretched to either side of him, and in front. He was at a four way stop. And in front of him to the right was a big house, dark red worn by weather and everything. Against the semi snowy backdrop it seemed from another time. ...

His take was low. Not low for most people but for Max he didn't like lower than a half tank. His dad had told him that if you let the gas get too low, you increase the ratio of impurities to gas, and thats not good. 

So now he always...

The drive could be made longer or shorter. Shorter meant the highway, with the high speed and all that. The long way was a road that used to be the highway, it was built right next to it just was slower ran through some small towns.

It gave you a little...

Max hadn’t seen him in awhile. So it was nice that he reached out. Johnny, for some reason it was out of habit but he’d never message him. 

Max would never message Johnny. It was some sort of code they’d developed. A code that might just be in Max’s head.

He...

He wondered how his hands knew what to do. Almost in a way he made them perfect this time. When he brought out the plates he could see everyone salivating. All the truckers almost lost their minds. 

Max was still pissed, he grabbed some fresh coffee into his mug and...

"Do you really like being alone?"

His therapist was a black woman, whenever he mentioned therapy he always had to say that.

"I'm not religious, but she is, and so we uh can't talk about faith. That was like one of her first rules."

He never told Dave about this, but some of...

"We need 6 farmers omlettes, and 8 eggs over easy. We got a big table truckers."

Max didn't like truckers, there was something that reminded him of his dad. It wasn't like his dad left him, but just wasn't always there. 

There was one time when he was younger, he was...

He liked the diner, how it moved, and everything was together, in sync. Him and Dave had worked there for years, it was crazy, sometimes they didn't have to speak to each other, they just knew what the other one was saying, what the other was thinking. 

They had been...