Insatiable Hunger: Chapter 10
It’s late fall in the Midwest. It’s too dark to see, but if I could I’d see that the fields that I drive past have already been harvested. In front of me I can see the bright lights of the city. Just a mile or so until my turnoff. Tonight, despite the various warnings lights, I turn off the self driving feature of my car. It’s an older car that still has the manual driving feature. Most new cars don’t even have the feature. Hell. Most people under the age of 25 don’t know how to drive them manual anymore. Call me an old timer, but sometimes it just nice to drive a car, like the good old days. Plus, I’m very sure I don’t want where I am going tonight recorded in the GPS. …