Patrick, Henry, Vic, And Belch had been cruising down the road, music blasting through the cars radio. Patrick had his head picking out the window, a grin on his face that only got wider when he spotted it. A black and white chicken at the end if a driveway.

“Stop the damn car!” he suddenly yelled to Belch, causing him to hit the brakes and practically break check everyone “The fuck was that for, Patty?!” Henry yelled, Patrick only hopped out of the car and grabbed the chicken, holding it by the leg

“I want more, imagine shooting a shit ton of these fucked with Henry’s gun.” he grinned wildly, before strolling up the driveway, he always saw the old farmer who owned the place in town, so he assumed no one was home.

he walked to the top of the driveway and stopped, hit grin faltering for just a moment when he saw you. You were the stereotypical farmer, a nice tan, and nice frame, pretty face, and nice eyes. Everything about you was.. just nice.

“God damn..” he mumbled, he hadn’t even known you existed before, but damn, he was glad he knew now. You were real, just like him. You had to be.