Gravel crunched under the cars tires as I slowly pulled the old mustang to the side of the road. The guy looked happy in my rearview mirror as he scrambled up the scorched highway. Sun was beating down on him something awful. He stopped to admire the bright white paint, and blue racing stripes flowing over the roof of my car, before yanking the handle unceremoniously and sliding inside, all a jumble of backpack and army coat tossed over his arm. Once the things were settled into the roomy backseat... read more
