"Why didn't we just ask that guy at the gas station for directions?" an aggitated Jeff Hardy asked as he looked desperately at his outdated map.
"We're not lost!" Matt Hardy exclaimed as they drove on through the mid-April rain storm.
The two young men had just left from the arena, tired, and overly excited when they took a detour that was "guaranteed" to get them home 20 minutes faster. In their state of intoxication, they took a wrong turn, one that would lead them 40 miles off of their course. The intoxication was not that of illegal or alcoholic means, but that of pure joy to which only front row at a Pearl Jam concert could bring them.
"God! You always do this!" Jeff whined as he checked the mirror for the tenth time; a habit he had picked up when he first decided to grow his hair longer, a habit in which he would never break.
"Do what?" Matt questioned in disgust.
"You're too damn stubborn to ask anyone for help. So of course, we get lost. When we finally do stop for help, I'M always the one who has to ask, and I'M the one that looks like the idiot when we find out that we were driving in the opposite direction," Jeff stated matter-of-factly.
"That's not true!" Matt stammered, his Southern accent getting the best of him.
"It's true, it's DAMN true"
"That's it!" Matt screamed as he pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Get out!"
The two men stumbled out of the car, their legs weakened from the hours of driving. They were awakened by the late-night rain fall, and soon enough, their anxiousness got the best of them.
"I'm sick of listening to you whine, bitch and moan about every little thing I do wrong!" Matt stated as a fit of rage came over him.
"Well I wouldn't have to do it if you did things right in the first place, without having me fix all your mistakes...pick up the pieces so-to-speak," Jeff spitefully concluded.
"That's it!" Matt screamed as he ran towards Jeff, tackling his little brother to the ground.
"You always resort to violence when you don't get your way...how mature!" Jeff retorted as he stood back up, brushing the leaves and dirt off of his jeans.
"I'm not finished yet!" Matt assured as he pulled at Jeff's hair and walked over to his car.
"What the hell are you going to do?" Jeff questioned as he tried to wriggle his hair free from Matt's grasp.
"You're going to ride in the trunk the rest of the way home so I don't have to listen to you anymore."
"You're not gonna do it," Jeff stated with a smirk on his face.
"Oh yes I am!" Matt exclaimed as he opened the trunk and made room for his younger brother.
"Oh hell no!" Jeff screamed in desperation, as he freed himself and took off running.
"Get Back Here!"
"Hell's no!"
Matt chased Jeff for a hundred yards until he gave up his pursuit and headed back to the car.
"Fine, be that way..." Matt said as he slid back into the driver's seat and started the engine. "You can find your own way back."
As Matt drove off, Jeff wandered to the nearest home he could find. As he knocked on the door, an enraged farmer answered..."Are you they boy that's been seeing my daughter...if you are, by God, I'm gonna hurt ya til your dead!"
Jeff took off in fear as the farmer went to grab the nearest weapon he could muster.
Soon enough, he caught up the Matt's car.
"Matt, lemme in!"
"What's that? I can't hear you!" Matt said as he laughed hysterically.
"Lemme in!" Jeff screamed as he looked back to see the farmer chasing him with a pitchfork.
"Holy sh*t!" Matt sreamed as he stopped the car, desperately trying to open the door.
Jeff leaped into the car, barely escaping the farmers swing.
"Damn!" Jeff cursed as he attempted to catch his breath. "This ALWAYS happens."