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Home not-so sweet home For the next three months

Just shoot me now

Chapter Two

Jesse was persistent, and the road leading into Willow Springs was never-ending That’s the only reason I agreed to continue our twisted gaiving in "This is a big one In fact, it’s so big, our future friendship hangs in the balance"

"That’s a bitthe truck down a bit Maybe he wasn’t ready for our question gairls have a flare for the dramatic"

I narrowed ood, old-fashioned bigotry But I like to give a person the benefit of the doubt before I oted ahole"

"Or alike the devil Before I could snap back, his wicked expression flattened "Anyti, pivotal question, Non-Melodraoted-Asshole-Jesse,"--noas the one s wickedly--"do you, have you ever, or do you in the future plan to" I drew it out a few more moments for "melodramatic" flare, "listen to country music?"

Jesse’s eyes flickered to Old Bessie’s newer CD player, then to me He moved fast, but Iwheel before I hit the eject button and snatched the CD that popped out of the player

"Johnny Cash?!" I shouted "Shit, this is worse than I thought You don’t just listen to country You listen to prehistoric country" Pinching it with ers, I held it out for him "Take it Just take it Before it burns me"

"No, of course not You’re not melodramatic," Jesse said under his breath as he took the CD spawned in hell away from me

"You can call me melodramatic when it comes to country music," I replied "In fact, I’m almost certain the term ‘melodramatic’ was invented in response to the birth of country oes, the day the s in life, reserving my passion for a rare few Country ed both near and far, was one of those rare few

Then, fast as I’dit, Jesse popped that CD back into the player and twisted the volume dial until it could twist no farther Before I could ear-muff my ears with my hands, music exploded So off about walking and lines

"Not funny, Jesse!" I hollered above the music, dropped a hand froe the hellfire music would cause in order to try to wrestle his hand away

"It’s pretty darn funny fro his hand over the CD player so I couldn’t budge it The harder I tried, the harder he laughed

Just as I contelines shit, the ht I’d ever seen came into viehite, two-story far red barn beside it

"Oh, thank sweet baby Jesus" I gave up rab the door handle Once was one ti in Old Bessie with Johnny Cash on full blast

Right before we rolled to a stop in front of the house, Jesse e had been done

I would never be the same after that Never

"Doopen the door