a short story i wrote

My mom, brother Andrew or Andy, and I have spent the past few days driving through the middle of Texas in a minivan with a box of snacks. The snacks are here to make the trip easier and faster and include things like granola bars, Nutri-Grain bars, and what my mom has rightfully deemed Nature Valley's Nut Honey bars.

We're currently in some po-dunk town whose name escapes me along with the countless other small towns we've been through in the past two days.

In this town there are a lot of those horse-shaped oil drills scattered though fields of grass and weeds. Then there is a patch of land where two drills occupy the same lot. Both drills facing one another and taking turns drilling the earth like two frat boys with a drunk girl at a party.

As we pass that lot and town, we continue to other towns with names like Post, Tye, Dermott, and Justiceberg. Along the way, we pass a variety of stores and specialty shops that we don't have in the city. The funniest shop we passed was called Nothin' Butt Smokes, which coined our new insult, butt smokes. The second funniest was Spudnut's.