"So, Tom tells me he's known you since you were in diapers."
After nearly five minutes of silence, Joey had decided to speak. Julie was accustomed to eliciting nervous, inane chatter from members of the opposite sex, but Joey seemed to be at ease. For this Julie was grateful.
Giggling sweetly, she replied. "Maybe not quite that long, but he was my brother's best friend since they were in Kindergarten."
"He told me about your brother too. That really fuckin' sucks, man. Shit's fucked up, you know?"
Julie nodded, smiling sadly. She did know. "I've learned to live with it."
"So he tells me you're a pretty cool chick. He says you're like his sister 'n' shit."
Still smiling, Julie nodded again.
"Yeah, I could see that." This was apparently all that was on Joey's mind, as he shifted his focus back to the road.
A man of little words, Joey thought. No wonder Tom liked him. "So how do you know Tom?"
"Yeah, well, you know, we got high a few times together. He sells weed to mi carnalito, tu sabes? I've bought from him a few times, too. He's a fuckin' cool cat, you know?"
"Yeah, Tom's the shit."
"You get high, guera?"
Julie didn't particularly care for being called 'guera', but she decided to let it slide for now. "No, I'm drug fee." Julie laughed, as if she had made a joke.
"That's cool. You don't mind if I toke up, do you?"
"No, it's cool. Do what you gotta do."
"Orale."
Once they were out of town, on the long, barren stretch of Highway 54 running between El Paso and Orogrande, Joey lit up a joint. He was careful to keep the smoke blowing out the driver's side window, an act that did not go unnoticed or unappreciated by Julie. Not much conversation ensued, but Julie was beginning to feel comfortable with Joey. He seemed a decent guy.