Boxhat

I was sittin' there sellin' turnips on a flatbed truck. Crunchin' on a pork rind when she pulled up. Alfred sat on a chair under a tarp in the hot sun of Texas. He was eating a pork rind absentmindedly when the telltale rumble of tires on gravel reached his ears. He looked up from his lap, his blue eyes scanning the road for the approaching vehicle. He spotted the sleek blue corvette as soon as the dust parted. She had to be thinkin' "This is where Rednecks come from." She had Hollywood written on her license plate. A (h/c) woman with large sunglasses pulled her car up in front of him, climbing out of the car and walking up to him, lifting