SOUTH OF HEAVEN
SOUTH OF HEAVEN The familiar (dis) chords screamed out the cargo van’s stereo system with twin guitars growling against the dusk of a cool fall evening. The words “ On and on, south of heaven” sung repeatedly by Tom Araya fueled the driver with even more adrenaline. His rough hands gripped the wheel tightly as he licked his thin lips, wetting them with his tongue. When he stopped the van before hanging a left turn he allowed himself a quick glance at the precious cargo sitting in the bay. Seeing the covered dog carrier crate brought a smile to his face. He turned back to the road and turned down a street filled with machine shops, storage yards and auto body shops for the most part. Many of the businesses had fences topped with razor …