He didn't even feel the urge to do a doughnut or make an obscene gesture. He just got in his truck and drove away, with a smile so large he thought he might look a bit maniacal. It wasn't every day a person got fired and was excited about it. If his father had one thing going, he was consistent. Unfortunately, he was consistently a ball buster. Ever since Buck could remember, his father had ridden him about grades, or football, and now the job. Ridden him? Nah, that sounded like something normal parents did. Buck's father was nothing more than an aging bully and he was tired of it. A son shouldn't dislike his father as much as he did. Buck was a grown-ass man, for Pete's sake, and he lived for his days off and time away from his old man. Being near him was walking a tight rope and depending on a vindictive person to set up the safety net. The stress of being always tense and on edge was wearing him down. As if on autopilot, he drove toward home but got distracted by the empty lot near the mall that he'd fallen in love with.
