Breaker 1-9 Pink Panther Here

We set a date for the wedding it is October 10. I am looking forward to it. The last time we got married was just a quick little eloping at the county courthouse. That day I wore white dress but nothing fancy, James wore a suit. This time we are having a real wedding. Actually he wants a real wedding more than I do. He already booked the church and the reception and I sent out the invites.

Yes, I want to marry him but dad never walked me down the aisle. And now he will never have the chance. If there was a way to turn back time who knows how today would be? I dread dress shopping. Jenny offered to make me one and I am thinking about letting her. I don’t really want to spend a lot of money on one since I will be wearing it only once. If for some reason James and I should divorce again and I remarry I would never wear the same dress once.

James suggested I invite my mom and brother. I wrote their invites out but they still sit on the kitchen table underneath a week’s worth of newspapers. He thinks I mailed them and I think I should be done with them. I saved her life when she walked out on me, I think I did my good deed for the century. Why should I invite her to my wedding? James said I need family and I said Jenny was like my sister that is all the family I need. It’s not like he has very much family.

Him and I both tumbleweeds alone and drifting and we have only each other to cross the desert. Sure it sounds terribly romantic but it is also very depressing in the same way. One day Jenny will get married and have kids and who knows about James and I if we don’t make it, or have kids then all I’m going to have are acquaintances and one night stands. Who really wants to end up like that?

I remembered why Jenny is my best friend. The whole time I have been driving she has only come with me twice, normally she has to work or have plans with the boyfriend of the week. I asked her to come with me to Kentucky, more like I begged her to come. She relented and agreed. Jenny doesn’t care what she does or who she pisses off. Somewhere in Ohio, Broken Guitar called me on the radio again.

We just left the truck stop and she was all jacked up on those high energy drinks and smoking like a fiend. It is a wonder her heart doesn’t explode. Broken Guitar called me on the radio. Jenny looked over at me and asked if that was the guy I fantasized about but never met. I nodded. I didn’t really want to talk to him, he’s been giving me the creeps. Jenny picked up the radio and called him back.

He didn’t answer her. She called again, then she dropped the bomb that she was in the same truck as me, he finally answered. She drilled him about his hobbies, wife, kids, the whole nine yards. She asked for his real name and he didn’t give it. When he didn’t answer her she drilled him harder. They didn’t switch channels anyone on channel 19 could hear them. Some of the guys came on and asked questions about why she was such a hard ass on him.

In her sweetest voice,  she explained that Broken Guitar wanted to know her best friend, Pink Panther better but she didn’t know anything about him. Some of the guys came on and said Broken Guitar was a pussy for not answering questions. Others asked if Jenny was single and what she looked like. After awhile, Jenny became popular with everyone else Broken Guitar faded. She called to him and he didn’t answer. That was the last I heard from him this trip.

Here we are in Massachusetts and Jenny is getting “acquainted” with another trucker and I am enjoying some silence away from James and Broken Guitar. I don’t know why I talked to him in the first place. Some people can’t handle loneliness with a strange fuck and a drink like I can.

A whole month can just go by so quickly with out even a thought. My time has been spent driving a lot with James that is. Broken Guitar where ever he maybe hasn’t tried contacting me lately. It might have something to do with James being with me everywhere I go. I told him about what happened and he didn’t seem very pleased. Since we don’t know what he looks like it is hard for him to knock his head off.

Don’t get wrong, I love James I really do but I like my driving time to be alone time and talking with people maybe hustling pool. My dad taught me how to play as soon as I could see over the top of the table. If I don’t say so myself, I am pretty damn good. Now with James there is no social hour, there is nothing other than him and I playing pool or pinball or even sex. Not that I am complaining too much about the sex but he is always around.  It is kind of annoying.

Besides that I saw the blue-eyed creep the other day in Delaware. I haven’t seen him on months. I was waiting for James to come out from the bathroom and I saw blue eyes standing at the counter. He looked and smiled.  Yes, he does seem a little creepy but he has smile with all of his teeth and they are unusually white as if he whitens his teeth everyday.  They are so white they almost glow. I just stood there and stared, James comes out of the bathroom, put his arm around me and we walked back to the truck.

I need to be away from him for a couple of days. I wonder if I could get Jenny to come along with me on the next trip. I don’t see why he wouldn’t go for that since he likes Jenny. At least with her, I know I will have fun, maybe that is what he afraid of.