Breaker 1-9 Pink Panther Here

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.