Another Fat Joke Lands
Jake, oblivious to the tension thickening around him, tossed out another crude joke, aiming for a cheap laugh. “Hey, big guy! What’s your favorite food? Everything?” he sneered. But this time, his words didn’t land the way he expected. Instead of laughter, there was silence—uneasy glances exchanged between the bikers, some even shifting uncomfortably or turning away. The air felt heavier now, charged with something Jake and Travis were too blind to recognize. Everyone else had caught on—except the two fools still trying to poke a bear that wasn’t in the mood to play.
Another Fat Joke Lands
The Shared Nod
From where I stood, I caught a subtle exchange between the trucker and Bill—a silent moment of understanding that seemed to pass right over everyone else. No words, just a knowing glance, and then Bill nodded, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. It wasn’t just politeness; it was recognition, the kind that comes from shared history or mutual respect. The realization only deepened the mystery. Whatever was about to unfold, one thing was clear—the trucker was not a man to be underestimated.
The Shared Nod
