Billie Bob Jones
"No one was there!" I sang at the top my lungs happily as I smoked a cigarette whilst Benedito looked at me in bewilderment. I was singing 'November Air' by Zach Bryan at the top of my lungs as we drove to a ranch twenty minutes away to collect hay.
"Barbie, it's 7am. How in the world are you singing a depressing song like it's the best thing in this world?" he was completely baffled as I took a massive drag from my cigarette before snuffing it out in the cup holder.
"Because I had a good morning, can you blame me?" I grinned. "You only have yourself to blame."
He shook his head before lighting a cigarette of his own, "so new boots, beer, flavoured colas and morning sex get you into a good mood. Good to know. To think I had to deal with your stubborn ass for three months."
"You're the one who decided to buy me some fancy watch," I chuckled.
"It was a huge token of my love for you," he laughed.
