Mark Price

And I went, oh, my gosh.

And I hollered at my wife.

I said, Carla, I think I was the one that sold them the marriage license just earlier this week.

At first I thought somebody was stuck because like the car with the lights on facing us, it looked almost like it was spinning and like the front end was kind of sliding back and forth.

Then all of a sudden, he pulled up down closer to us.

I rolled my window down just a little bit, and I stuck my head over next to it, and right about then, come to the end of his door, and I couldn't hardly see him because of all the glare, and I just kinda turned my head towards the window, and I said, hey, is somebody stuck down there?

And how did he say that?

He said, I don't know where they're at.

So I just backed my truck up a little bit and went back to the west.

The more I thought about it, I was like, that's just, it doesn't, something's not right.

And I talked to my mom and my brother for a minute, and I told them, I said, I'm gonna go back through there.

I love you so much.

Not really.

The funeral is tomorrow.

Have a meeting tonight at eight, normal place.

Don't be a again.

That's about it.

It was the sins of the heart, I would say.

He should have been a man enough to just say, I did that, and I'm sorry.

It's just terrible that... Damn it.