Where's Your God Now?

Ah call back t'the base 'n this is d'first thing yer tellin' me. /pokerface

He went on to stop at a gas station. The truck didn't really need it, the tank was still half-full. Sam parked it just right in front of its diner and went in. He looked around, there were people inside, mostly locals but there were truckers who also had their fill. A few men looked at him because of the butterfly that he tied to his hat. He even got a few chuckles from it. Normally, the engineer would have stared them down but this time he was too caught up with the thought of going back to his hometown. He sat down at a corner all by his lonesome and just looked at the menu that had already been there. He didn't feel like eating and that coming from Sam? It was a big thing. Give him anything that's good and the man would devour it like a hungry dog but this time was different. "Anything you would like, darling?" Sam jolted out of his deeps thoughts and looked up. It was just the waitress. "Oh... Uh..." He looked back at the menu. "Coffee. And maybe some fries." "Alright, dear, will that be all?" The waitress smiled while placing a hand on her hip. Sam looked around for a bit. "Do you have a phone?"

[SFM] Like a nature show

Sam hates the sound of tires skidding. It can easily break his usual apathetic state.

Fuckin' hell if yer all REDS.