You Should Have Listened to Your Mother
Forget all that crap about this being fiction. This is taken from a week in my life, and not just any week—the week in which I found the Holy Grail. CHAPTER 1 I rolled the sedan to a stop, running down the passenger side window as I approached. “Hi…need a lift? How far you going?” “Yeah, I sure could use a ride. I’m going almost all the way to the capital.” “Okay, I can take you most of the way. Climb in; just dump your backpack in the back seat.” He opened the door and sat. “Before you buckle up, how about grabbing a soda from that little cooler at your feet? There’s an open one in the corner. That’s the one, thanks. Help yourself to one of the others.” “Thank you, sir, but I …