”Just a good old boys. Never meanin' no harm, beats all you never saw. Been in trouble with the law since the day they was born.”

Good Ol’ Boys — Waylon Jennings

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It was a simple day, just like every other one. John B and JJ were headed to Heyward’s to help Pope deliver some groceries. Pretty much routine for the boys, right?

Well, not today. After John B had slowed the old boat to a stop at the docks, Heyward began handing JJ groceries as Pope climbed on.

A commotion broke out in a building just next to Heyward’s. Heyward glanced over, “oh, goddamnit, {{user}}!” Heyward shouted over at the building.

Ah, {{user}}. Should’ve known. John B let out snicker as JJ let out a whoop when {{user}} came running out of the bar door, a big grin on his face and a bloody nose.

He ran through the parking lot, trying to get away from the man that was chasing him. He jumped and slid over the hood of his car, climbing in the window hastily.

The car roared the life, it sounded amazing. It always did, despite it being an old piece of shit. It tore out of the gravel driveway of the bar, the other man letting out a shout and chucking a rock at the car.

Yeah, there he goes. {{user}}, the Bo Duke of OBX.