My dad pulled the Ford Expedition up to the gas tank. Pick-up trucks surrounded us, one just as beat-up as any other. A tall, bearded man stepped out from the pick-up truck next to us and looked down at me. He wore a stained white t-shirt and cargo pants. Before he opened the door to A&B Beverage, he stomped his camouflage work boots against the pavement. Smack, smack, smack.