A few of his many eyes flashed a baleful red.
They often flashed red, especially when he felt someone was following him too close.
He was a big guy, but in truth he was also paranoid. Maybe because of his size.
If someone stepped on his shoes, no matter whether he was moving or not, his eyes turned red for quite a while.
His shoes were a possible saving grace. He felt his shoes all the time. Many didn't pay them any attention.
Why are you following me this close? he'd think and his eyes would flash red again.
They were bright red, sometimes the only thing others could see about him in thick fog or other inclement weather.
Some thought him a demon of some sort. Others were just annoyed.
Ignore me at your peril, he thought.
He sometimes wondered if he was a demon, too.
The main thing he knew for sure was that he'd killed people in the past, a nasty business. It might happen again anytime.
That didn't improve his mood at all. He was cantankerous and ornery.
Sometimes he could forget those deaths for weeks at a time, but they never really left his mind. Nothing did.
His paranoia about himself extended throughout his body. In that way, he helped the current truck driver who sat at his steering wheel hear it if anything was wrong with him. He also put on his red brake lights without the driver, if needed.
That was one reason some wouldn't use him. It was also a reason he was popular with others. Some were honest, some weren't. But he was honest and never completely forgot anything, not one thing throughout his long life, particulary death.