Hauling a loaded horse trailer with a burned out clutch and a sprained ankle in the dead of night hadn't been one of his brightest ideas. Holding a hot cup of coffee while shifting the gears was also not one of his best ideas. Bobby cursed as hot liquid sloshed across his hand. Using his elbow to steer, he switched the cup to his other hand and forced the sticky gear into place with a loud grinding noise. He wiped his hand dry on his jeans and cursed some more. He was only an hour from his home town at this point and was beginning to wonder if he should have called ahead. The house would be unlocked....
"Be a best friend, tell the truth, and overuse I love you
Go to work, do your best, don't outsmart your common sense
Never let your prayin knees get lazy
And love like crazy"
Last edited by farmpony84; 12-22-2014 at 10:56 AM.