Brad walked alone along a dimly lit road in the middle of nowhere, his vision blurred by too much scotch. Had you asked him, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you where he was, but at least the cool breeze calmed his shattered nerves. He had lost track of time; maybe 2am.
He’d hoped to find somewhere to call a cab. Surely there had to be a gas-station along this road, but no: Nothing.
A car illuminated the road from behind.
Brad squinted, and knew it was Sean’s car; a black camaro. He steeled himself: The bastard.
The camaro came to a screeching halt, and his, supposed best friend exited the car, laughing.
“Oh come on man, I saved you alot of trouble, and you know it.”
“She wanted me, man!” Brad shot, slurring.
“No she didn’t, dude,” he laughed, “she was old enough to be your mom!”
“She was?”
“YES! Like a hot mommy, but still; dude,” he could hardly curb his guffaw, “you, like, told her I’d take the pictures,” tears streamed, “Now get in, I’ll drive you home,”
Brad got in, “Love you man,”