He was escaping.
After everything he was getting away.
"YEAH BITCH!" he found himself saying.
But then a thought came to his mind.
Because of him
It was completey true if it wasn't for Mr White he'd be dead.
Instead it was him who would be dead.
He couldn't help but find himself frowning.
But why was he upset Mr White was evil, made of greed,a murderer.
But somehow his friend as well.
Before cooking with him he always thought of him as a hard ass who needed to get laid more but that was so very long ago.
Back before everyone he ever cared about had died.
That is not true... Brock was still out there somewhere hopefully he thought.
He couldn't wait to get home...to smoke a bowl and just forget about all of this...
But that's how Mr White changed...the money,the power it got to him.
So he'd stop...for as long as he could...at least honor his memory somehow...
But he just drove for as long as he could grateful for what he did.
but at the same time pissed.