Tranch opened the jockey box. Every day now he went through somewhere in the vicinity of two packs of Big Red chewing gum. They'd loaded up at a Safeway before hitting the road the day before.
He'd stopped taking the prescribed pills. Weeks later, the side effect, this aftertaste he called 'licking formaldehyde' persisted. Big Red was the only thing cutting through the lingering pharmaceutical aftertaste.
Right off the bat, two sticks pushed into his mouth simultaneously. Tranch working the sticks into wads sounded like a dog struggling to get peanut butter off the roof of the mouth.