The Chief
The truck is old, but then again so is he. Like the truck, he has a look, one you cannot oversee, nor would you want to. Even with his speckled gray hair and the slowdown in his step that came with life, his look was classic- just like his truck. But he isn’t just handsome, he is worn. Worn in a way that only a full life could give. It is not so much that he is beat but instead tattered with experiences, both good and bad.
