Ben pulled up to the run down old farm house of his parents and groaned. He hadn't really wanted to come when they invited him home for Christmas. There was a reason he decided to break from the families blue collar tradition and go to college for buisness finance. He moved to New York and got a job at a big bank. He was a big shot, well dressed, well educated but rather busy from his work. He didn't have time or patience to care about Christmas or his hometown in Texas. He went through moving his bags into his old room and then was encouraged by his parents to try and see where people from high school were not like he cared.
As he walked around he saw some guy with a scruffy beard, hairy, shirtless and walking barefoot down the street. He couldn't look more like a stereotypical hick if he tried. But the guy looked at him and grinned. "Holy shit, Buck! I ain't seen ya in years!" The man shouted but Ben had no idea whst the guy meant, his named wasn't Buck. But the man was grabbing him and popped a cigarette into his mouth and lit it. Ben started to cough and grabbed the cigarette out as he had never smoked before. But then the coughing subsided and it suddenly tasted good as he started walking with the guy and taking more inhails. His mind started to slow down as his education began to fade. He started to feel hot in his shirt as he pulled it off, watching his skin tan and his skinny body bulk out with some weight. Some hair started to grow and sprout. His feet started to feel hot and cramped in his shoes as he looks at the guy he's walking with. His barefeet look so comfortable on the concrete. It reaches a point where Ben....Buck can't stand it anymore so he pushes his shoes off and wiggles his toes against the ground. The soles of his feet harden and get tougher so the hot concrete doesn't feel as bad as it could. His memories start to alter and he follows his new friend over to his house to drink some beer and do some shooting practice in the back yard. He wouldn't be going back to his office job in the city anytine soon, instead he'll be drinking and laughing with his friends and family for Christmas, and he'll probably get a constrution job and maybe go hunting with his friend. Always barefoot and usually shirtless. Buck fits right in at his home town now.