My story begins Saturday at 4:30am.I'm up all ready to go fish, drinkin mountain dews needless to say i'm ready.Leave my house see 3 baby foxes,2 deer.Everythings going good until the 3rd deer decides to fight my bumper he lost.Not enough damage to stop me.Went ahead fishin after pullin my spoiler off,caught a few nothing to brag about.Fast forward to sunday.The morning starts out about the same.Except whn my buddy pulls up he tells me there are 2 guys in wheel chairs at the end of my driveway.Where i live is very boondocks so this was weird.I go ahead and leave and sho nuff there are 2 guys in hoover rounds.So i pull up nice and slow and these guys are not handicapp just under the influence of something.I start talking to them like i own this road.They also didn't like me escorting them off my road.Hope yall enjoy my short story.WB said it was dead around here.

