In Progress

I was walking back to my car with a bag of jalapeno kettle chips in one hand and a blue Gatorade in the other when I saw the bumper sticker. A black-and-white, cartoonish, skull with menacing eyes stared into mine. The American flag was imprinted on the skull. The skull was covered in vertical stripes with stars surrounding the left eye. The parking spot to the right of my sedan was now occupied by a large, black pickup truck. It was a 2006 Ford F-150 with silver detailing around the fender and the pickup bed. The skull was positioned directly in the center of the tailgate. Clearly, the owner wanted people to see it. As I neared the truck, I noticed that the tires and the undercarriage were caked in mud. There was a crack in the front right headlight, shoddily repaired with black duct tape. Several scratches marred the cab of the truck. Unprompted, I opened the passenger door. I was immediately hit by the smell of cigarettes. The truck was lined with worn-out black leather. Receipts, s...