[If Logan picks up on anything being amiss, he doesn't show it. He's just adjusting how he's slumped again, putting one of his legs up on an upturned milk crate on the porch that is now his footrest. Driver is one way to explain some of the shit he's done back home - but it isn't a lie, not by any means. It's just not his life's ambition, either.]
Yeah. Bachelorettes, drunk frat assholes, you name it.
[They pay, he drives, the money needed to come in some way.]
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Yeah. Bachelorettes, drunk frat assholes, you name it.
[They pay, he drives, the money needed to come in some way.]
Drove around in El Paso.