Past Burger King, Sonic, and Galloway’s Car Wash, you’ll find him, he said. Car’s been parked there for a week. Know he’s up to something. The old man spit on the ground.

Last time he was in town, he made a ruckus. Went everywhere yelling at people, shooting his gun, racing out on Highway 41. Really thinks he’s something, the old man continued talking to the police officer. I wish you boys would run him in.

What for? The cop asked.

For being an asshole, the old man said. He’s never been no good. Even in grade school, he caused trouble. 

We can’t just arrest him for being an asshole.

I give up then. 

How do you know him?

He’s my son.