A long time ago, a young Cotton roamed these lands. Nearly 14 years had now past, and our hero now sat beside his younger sibling.
As a side note, though the younger of the two, little is not a word to be associated with his brother. He had grown both taller and more stout than his older brother but he remembered what Cotton had told him before...
You may be taller and younger, but I'm smarter. I fight dirty you see, I'm too old to be messing around casting taunts and jabs...
The younger cast fiery glance laced with youthful determination and spite, but he knew better than to challenge our hero outright...
So what would the two brothers do with the short amount of time together? Street racing was the younger brother's fancy as of late. No doubt influenced by the visage of being able to be "Fast and Furious".
So our hero traveled to a few of these street races after darkness fell. A few laughs were shared as one of the more pompous participants, who earlier had claimed his car was stock (although most knew his car as a "sleeper"), blew his engine, and limped back to where most had gathered after the race trying to play off how much trouble he would be in when daddy found out.
From there the duo made there way back into town. Time slowly twisted its way backwards.
You see, in small towns, not a lot changes. Faces may grow older, buildings may disappear only to have larger ones replace them, but somethings remain the same, timeless.
The rest of the evening and into the wee hours of the morning were spent standing in a parking lot on the "strip"...
Just like ol' times...
