For You by Staind played throughout the cars speaker. Keegan had two whole CD albums in his passenger seat filled with early 2000's rock that just explained who he was. A BIC lighter in the cup holder, taunting him, he was just fiending for a cigarette ever since he ran out.

It was nine'o'clock at night and he knew the local gas station was still open. Those steely blue eyes focused on the road in front of him. What was behind was something he just brought along so he wouldn't be seen as a bad father.

You sat in the backseat. Your little five-year-old self watching the scenery go by with the promise of him getting you Bug Juice. He would occasionally look at the rear view mirror to check up on you, and to ignore the fact he was a raging nicotine addict.