Jack drove his daddy’s old Ford truck down the dirt road, windows down, tattooed arm propped on the sill. A country song about a life gone wrong blared from the radio. Wind  blowing through his too long blond hair, he took up the chorus.

Tears blurred his vision as unwanted memories washed over him.

Should have listened to his daddy, he thought has his tires hit the side of the road and the truck skidded out of control.

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