Setting: A Burger King in Brownfield, Texas (yet another aptly named west Texas town) at an ungodly early hour of the morning.
Cast: Me -not quite lucid due to a night of fighting with insomnia and occasionally Jackson, who had the unmitigated gall to flaunt his prodigious sleeping ability while I was reduced to watching infomercials; and Jonboy - he who recently cut off all his hair. He claims it was because he couldn't keep it from slapping the side of his face when driving his truck with the windows down. I think it was because his long hair made him look too much like Other Brother, my parent's dog.
Me: "I hate country music." (eyes musak speaker malevolently)
JB: (shrugs) "See a bumper sticker, write a song."
JB: (singing) "My boy is an honor student at school..."
Me: (singing) "I prayed to Jeezus 'don't let him be a fool'..."
JB eats a tator tot. I pepper the ketchup.
Me: "What rhymes with troops?"
JB: "Just use troops twice. It's more patriotic that way."