travis drives up to omaha to pick up some cash

it was hot as fuck for a change. and all the birds were yelping about it. and little nameless wouldnt give me a handjob on the drive over to omaha, said she felt too clean to do it. i didnt mind much.

i got off enough at the prospect of picking up my six and a half grand in omaha. i placed a bet on a scrappy little bitch who knocked the feet out from under the frontrunner. dog racing. it was a different kind of sport.

little nameless' stomach got to growling a little after noon. she wanted some more of those goddamn chicken fries. there was a burger king about ten miles down the highway, and i tried to explain to her that itd probably only be about 15 minutes. she kind of spaced out on me though. i think the little derelict who ran around our little motel room sold her some bad shrooms.

that girl was always getting into so much shit. she reminded me of betty. everyone reminded me of betty in nebraska. thats what her dad used to call her. nebraska beth. i think she used to live there or something before he got custody.

we pulled into the burger king and the bitch had already fallen asleep, so i bought her the fries and hauled ass north to omaha to pick up my winnings.

my old buddy rich was waiting for me in the backlot of some dealership. i half thought about leaving the girl there, but i didnt trust rich much around women. and my sister lives in kansas city. i wanted the two to meet.