I laughed a little as Eric and I got into his dark green, two-door, hardtop Jeep. Never in a million years would I have envisioned him driving a Jeep. The first time I saw him get into it, I thought maybe he’d borrowed it from a friend.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“I’ll never get used to the fact that you drive a Jeep.”
“It is a little butch, isn’t it?”
“A little.”
“Greg got me a really good deal on it. I think it was a repo. You should have seen the piece of shit I was driving in California. I knew that beater wouldn’t last in Chicago. Hell, it barely survived the drive from San Diego. It died on me about two weeks after I made it here, and then I got the Jeep from Greg’s dealership.”
“Your brothers do a lot for you, don’t they?”