You don’t feel like having to deal with this fucker again if that hose should break before he gets out of town, so you decide to reinforce it. You back in and get the appropriate material only to be met by Juan; Hector’s younger brother.

“Hey Mel, when did choo get a new car man? Shit how can you afford it, with your out of work ass?”
“It’s not mine Juan, and I’m working for Jim now.”
“Oh, so Jim said it was okay for you to work on his car?” Juan asks inquisitively.
“It’s not his either, its some fuckin’ prissy ass out of towner’s.” You say.

Juan suddenly gets a little perturbed.
“Hold up Esse. You sayin’ you doin’ work on an out of towners car without Hector’s say so?”
“Yeah so? You fuckers don’t have a monopoly you know! What the fuck, you think you’re the Escobar Cartel?”
Juan steps up to you and looks up at you.
“You betta watch cho’ mouth Esse! You gonna get cut talkin’ shit like dat!”
“Stand up when you talk to me!” you laugh.
Juan pushes you and brandishes a knife. “You still laughin’ you redneck motherfucker?”
You grip your wrench tightly “As much as I’d like to indulge your Tony Montana fantasies, I didn’t even want to fix the fuckin’ car. I told these out of towners to go take it to your brother’s place. It was Jim’s idea, so if you got a problem, go fuckin’ talk with him! But if you wanna get your fuckin’ teeth knocked out I can happily oblige.”

Juan wants to fight, but decides against it, instead he storms into Jim’s place. Soon you hear gun shots and Juan comes running back out the door. Juan runs and ducks as bullets come whizzing out of the store. You find a safe place to be and see Jim come wheeling out of the store.
“FUCKIN’ Immigrants! I fought for this goddamn country! (COUGH!) I’ll do what the fuck I want!” he shouts and reloads his rifle. You know he’s just scaring Juan, because if he wanted to hit him, he could’ve. After everything quiets back down, you go back to working on the car. Steve and Susan come back and look in horror to the fresh bullet holes in the side of their vehicle.
“All finished!” you say.
“What…what…happened!?”
“Oh, those. Damn. Well I could fix those too if you like; it might take awhile, but…”
“NO! We’re going! Here!” Steve shoves a bunch of money in your hand and he and his girlfriend drive off.
You’re guessing Jim’s probably still pissed off, and dealing with a heavily armed pissed off vet isn’t something you really want to deal with right now. So you decide to head to the bar with your earnings. You get drunk as usual and don’t get home until the ungodly hours of the morning. You don’t even make it to the door of your trailer. You pass out on the broken couch in front of it and wake up with a spring embedded in your ass and a stray dog pissing on your leg. You see Tina just shaking her head at you from the window.