"Where’s the downtown?" he asked. It was late, but you could still see. "This is it, we’re driving through it," I said. Gas station, Mc Donalds, Mc Donalds, gas station, Lubbock – all the same. He pulled a pair of tennis shoes out of his bag, "how about these?" He smiled. They were new, bright white, "those will do," I said. He had an equally clean white t-shirt, he was now pulling on over his head. "So, you think we’ll really see mullets," he asked. I said, "Yes," and thought, I love you.

Read this story in its entirety