The moon dimly lights the parking lot, hiding behind the clouds. The parking lot lights faded from dirt. The two men are but mere shadows in the back of an empty lot with a few scattered cars. Moments passed as the two sit on the tailgate of the old rusty and battered pickup truck. A truck that has seen far better years, now wasting away. Heavy feet swinging back and forth freely, boots kicking loose rocks scattered on the ground and spit flying.