Zeke
Zeke has got two more deliveries on this run, then back to the warehouse and four more out of the county. He doesn’t have time to chitchat, just pay the bill and get your liquor off his truck. If you put the windows down you swallow dust all day, roll them up and you cook in that cab. Zeke hasn’t touched a drop in five years since he was born again, so he doesn’t really care to linger with those who purvey spirits. If he didn’t need the work he’d say a prayer to bring Prohibition back.
