010614 #bushmill The truck, grumbling by the gas pump, orange and dilapidated, looks as comforting as a fried-chicken dinner to a long lost farm boy. I go towards it, gratitude overflowing my little heart. They're already in there, bitching and laughing like a married couple. Candy and chips crinkle with the power of satisfaction, giant sodas jut out of the cup holders hung on the ::window jambs::.