Josh looked out into the falling darkness outside through his motorcycle helmet. He didn't even know where he was really. The last sign he had read was when he crossed the state line into Mississippi a few hours ago. Now it was dark and past dinner time. The breakfast burrito he had eaten for breakfast had settled like a rock in his stomach, and he hadn't ate since. He knew he should stop and get something to eat. His mother was always telling him how skinny he was. She would cook him these big meals that he couldn't finish half of to fatten him up. He missed his mom and his dad. Ever since the day they had died a little over a year ago, he had felt helpless. Once the insurance settlements had come through, he didn't have to worry about working. In fact, if he dealt with his money right, he didn't have to work a day for the rest of his life. At the young of twenty-five, he was rich. He had no worries. No obligations. He could have everything he ever wanted. Until recently, he had it all. The money and someone he loved to share that with, but he found out all too quickly that the man he thought he loved was out to play him because of his money. Sighing, he remembered that last night he had spent in LA. Justin had called to cancel their plans for their night out. Something that was starting to happen more frequently. This time, he had decided to go out anyway. When he had arrived at the restaurant, it was to his surprise that Justin was there, but not alone. He sat across from another man, drinking a glass of wine, and laughing away. He had turned and ran. Justin had seen him and followed him out of the restaurant. The next few minutes of their conversation was all a blur to him. Justin and him had known each other forever, and had only started dating since his parents death. Justin had told him he was only with him becase he had money now.  Josh's heart had broke, and after Justin had left him, he had driven home, packed a bag, and left on the motorcycle he had bought Justin. That was a month ago. He had driven all over the country. From the west coast to the east coast. Staying in cheap motels and eating in greasy diners. He knew he couldn't keep running forever. He had to stop sometime, return to LA or make his home somewhere new. He knew one thing for sure. He was over Justin. He should have never crossed the line they had between friendship and lovers. He had known Justin too long, and he knew of Justin's hunger for money. He had thought maybe Justin would be different with him, but no such luck. The next guy he dated wouldn't know about the money. He wanted someone to love him for him. Not for the amount of money he had in his bank account. Not because he could take care of them financially, but because they wanted to be with him regardless if he was some guy of the street or Mr. Money. His stomach began to rumble, and he laughed. "I guess I better eat." About ten minutes later, he could see the lights of a sign in the distance. Another roadside bar. These southern people had more bars along the side of the road than any other place in the country. As he road closer, he could see several cars parked in front. Must be near town. He pulled into parking lot, and took one of the spots near the door. Getting off the bike, he stretched his back and his arms as he shook his legs. He had been riding non-stop since before nine that morning. Only stopping twice at rest stops to use the bathroom. The bar was loud. He could hear the laughter from where he stood in the parking lot. Sighing, he squared his shoulders and walked towards the door. The sign above the entrance read Lance's Bar & Grill. Pushing open the door, he walked inside continue menu