On Tuesday

 Jason left a day or two ago. He said he'd be gone for a while with Chester. Chester picked him up and they took off. They wouldn't answer any questions about where they were going or what they were gonna do. I was confused.

"Jason...?" 

But the front door closed and I heard Chester's El Camino take off. 

On Wednesday there was a knock on the door. 

"Hello?"

Three guys with guns pushed their way in.

They pushed me down and one sat on me and put a gun to my head.

"WHERE IS HE, you old fucker"

"He aint here."

"His trucks here!"

"That's my truck."

"Tell us where he went!"

"He wouldn't tell me. He wouldn't say nuthin."

"Who is he with?!"

"He left with Chester."

"What were they driving?!"

"El Camino."

They stopped and looked at each other.

One ran his finger across his mouth. 

"Okay you old fuck. If you talk to him tell him his shit is done. He owes us money and if we don't get it he won't want to be alive. Got it old man?!"

"Yes sir."

"GODAMMIT let's go."

They left and I picked myself up. There was blood dripping from my mouth and the side of my head hurt. 

'Fucking assholes.'