“That’s not like Rocky. He takes good care of that bike.” Aaron stopped his car on the right shoulder of the road and stepped out. He heard a faint humming, which seemed to come from behind the trailer. Aaron hurried to the back yard and saw Rocky sitting with his back against the trailer, drinking from a wine bottle. “Rocky, it’s me. Are you okay?” Rocky turned to Aaron. “Hey, Doc.” He sat forward and showed Aaron his bottle. “I wish I had some . . . to share . . . but it’s almost gone.” His words were slurred. “Why are you out here?” Rocky let out a loud belch. “Drinking my cares away.” Aaron sat down beside him. Rocky drained the bottle, took a deep breath, and stumbled over a few words from a country song. I know that song, Aaron thought. It’s ‘You and Tequila,’ by Kenny Chesney. Rocky sang a few more verses and stopped.
