i grew up in a small town. maybe a thousand and change in the whole county. everyone was someone's dad, someone's cousin, somebody's kid, somebody's teacher, someone's connection for venison or corn, or somebody who knew a spot where you could cut a cord of wood gratis. all the space and time in the world, but at the same time, lot of eyes on you, & most times you had to make your own fun. junior or senior year, our buddy jonathan bought a junked police car at auction. at that time, you could spot a virginia state police cruiser a mile away. some weekend nights we'd pass the time sittin in the median a few miles out of town watchin cars frantically slow down when they saw us.
somewhere along the way jonathan got the nickname bulldog. can't remember why. it just fit. definitely wasn't for his personality. obviously a low-key guy. all was good until he got his first girlfriend. she had to deal with bein called bulldette.
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