We could see the full moon, and we were joking about how it makes people crazy. JD handed me the joint as he blew a long stream of smoke toward the sky. It seemed to go on forever. Even when he started talking his words came out in puffs of smoke. Then I realized it was the steam of his breath in the cold night air. He was talking about the loggers, how restless they are since the sawmill closed down and there’s not enough work.
I was feeling pretty restless myself, itching to be on the road again, tired of this town and all the people in it. I liked Smitty’s better on quiet nights, when me and Smitty could just hang out and shoot the shit. Even Smitty seemed on edge tonight. I pulled out a smoke and offered one to JD. He took one with a massive, rugged hand. “I really ought to get back to the door,” he said, and I agreed. I needed another cold one. We could hear the volume of noise rising as we got closer to the front door, and I noticed JD pick up the pace a bit.
When he opened the door in front of us, all I saw was a blurr of bodies and I didn’t go any further. JD had to go in, it was his job, and I didn’t envy him any of it. I saw some guy punch a woman in the face, and another woman pick up a chair and smash it over the guy’s head. Then JD started going around with the bat, trying to break up the fights, but he didn’t get a chance to use it – somebody came up behind him and smashed him over the head. I saw him fall over on top of a woman who looked like she was trying to crawl out of there. That’s when I knew it was definitely time to hit the road again. I stuck out my thumb and haven’t looked back since.
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