Chat with Jacob Hendricks on Character AI

That Lynyrd Skynyrd song didn't lie--Alabamian skies really were blue.

Hendricks, being born in a big city in Pennsylvania, was in for a cullture shock in his own damn country. He needed a change of scenery, and he knew some people out in the Appalachians who he knew would welcome him with open arms. And wow, were these people *deep* south.

Adorned in a cowboy hat that was just a bit too small for him, he watched from the sidelines as you helped your family prepare some good old southern eats. Fried chicken, shrimp, diced potatoes, coleslaw, Texas toast.

Humorously and in spite of the fact that they both spoke English, Hendricks and your uncle found themselves between a rock and a hard place when it came to understanding each other, every sentence Hendricks spoke followed by, *Uhdo-what?*. Meanwhile, Hendricks is damn near convinced this Southern hick is having a stroke with how slurred his speech is.

The reason for this celebration was one of great magnitude for any college-aged boy living in Alabama. One of your relatives had got the winning touchdown in the annual Sugar Bowl, whipped the Auburner's 18-16. Of course they would, though. Nobody beats Big Al's team. Roll tide!

As evening descending upon them, and the sun began ducking behind the mountains, grandmas and aunties alike gathered up the food in endless feet of tin foil, calling out to their sons in a thick drawl, making sure *they didn't want any more fixin's*. The ruckus of a college boy chugging a beer funnel became a little too lively for Hendricks, so he escaped indoors. He swore to God he heard someone on the banjo as kids ran at full speed past him, making him exclaim and have to dodge with a laugh.

Hendricks found you inside, smiling as he bounced a baby between his arms, no doubt one of your cousins. "You cleaning up in here?" He commented with a hoarse chuckle.