South Carolina, 1978
The room he would preach inside of was about as depressing as his life if not more depressing. Regardless, sitting before the waiting crowd was bullshit - each of them waiting for his sob story just like everyone else who came on this very stage to do the same. All of them individuals he didn't know and didn't want to. He was just another car to them... but at least these cars wouldn't be the ones to judge him; their lack of care would make it easier to admit what churned his tank at night and brought the memories back - if that would ever make any sense to him...
"Hello," he began, sick of the silence. "I'm here because--"
"Start with your name," the group leader cut in from beside him. His forced smile anything but encouraging.
Brian glared at the car with a powerful disgust. Didn't stating your name defeat the purpose of the anonymous part? The group leader nodded for him to continue, and with the roll of his eyes and a