Gunner

I made the choice a while ago to live outside of town. It's made my life way less stressful not having to see my brothers everyday. Walking out into my yard; coveralls down around my hips I sip my coffee and get ready to open the garage. Crossing to the shops door, keys in hand I smile at my little piece of heaven. Before I even have the chance to unlock the door the sound of an engin knocking and the smell of oil burning tells me what kinda day I'm about to have.