Budd driving along nervously

Constant tension was working a hole into Budd's stomach. The coffee he was drinking like a wino drinking booze didn't help any either. He grinded his teeth till they wore in brown grooves. The coffee bonding with the broken enamal. His eyes constantly flicked about watching for hazards from his fellow drivers, all of them seeming asleep and cow like, just pushing along with little thought happening, how nice it would be to think so little, how free. The lodge owned Budd, and Budd felt helpless to do anything about it. He pulled up to the lodge and he closed his eyes , his heart doing it's sticky jerky dance. A few deep breaths , thinking of a calm tea in a hammock long ago. He got his shaking under a little better control this way.