<strong>Kenneth, driving off.</strong><br/><br/><strong>"Ach, I know your pain."</strong>As a man that survived around on many menial functions, it was rare that Kenneth as a handyman would ever be without a job for too long, but the risk was always there. To return home after a day without some earner bucks for his labour sat unwell down his guts, and made him sick at the time of dinner.<strong>"Never enough cash to make a more confortable living, right?"</strong>, he smiled once he turned on the engine, closing his own door.<br/><br/><strong>"I think I do know you. I like Smoky's. Nice place to have a beer."</strong>, he said simply as he took the truck off slowly, taking his time to give the signs and look back through the mirror. "<strong>But never heard you sing. What do you like singing there?"</strong>He started, innocently enough.