After we got back on the bike, Kid took me to a little bar that we had passed on our way into town. The smell of Buffalo wings and fried food was in the air as we pulled into the parking lot. I felt myself getting excited over the aroma. It felt like hours since I last ate.
When I last ran into Luke's goons, I was pulling up to a burger spot in the middle of Murry, Kentucky. Before I could even park my bike, they tried to cage me in. I popped up on the sidewalk and there went my chance at the first meal of my day. I don't always make stops as much as I should. Some days I just aimlessly cruise backroads but not yesterday. I just needed a damn burger right around sunset and they must have spotted me getting off the interstate.
Now, I'd get my damn burger and an order of the buffalo wing
