I woke up at three in the morning with late-night gas station lights burning into my face. I had fallen asleep in the passenger seat while I was supposed to be navigating. I looked out the window, rubbing my eyes.
Before me, Kevin had pulled his jeans down below his hips and had flipped his cap to the side. He was lip syncing to the rap music that the truck stop had playing at the pumps. But that's not the worst part. He was dancing. Wildly.
