Yeah, Darla and I are gonna get along great we both have potty mouths, "the man was barefoot for goodness sake. On the highway. In May, in Oh-effing-hi-o, where winter isn't a season but a state of mind." She speaks her mind as well I like her a lot, "I am no one's Ma'am. That's my grandma. Hell, my mom doesn't even go by Ma'am, so shut down that talk right there." Trevor, that boy is a hoot and a holler, "trying very obviously not to stare at my package. I liked her for that. Then I was offended, because what's wrong with my manhood? It deserved to be ogled." He obviously thinks highly of himself haha. Trevor is just so honest, "it's not a line. I mean it. I've never slept with anyone outside at a rest area while hitchhiking naked." Trevor's mind is an interesting place, "she's umm..." Darla sighed. "she's..." what? my mind filled in. she's what? Drunk? Crazy? Fat? Schizophrenic? A criminal? A murderer? Really a man?" Darla's mama is a character as well, "with his twinkie hanging out?"
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