Chapter 35: Lightning
12:52 A.M.
Vevo Road
Erie, Pennsylvania
Approximately fifteen miles east of Erie, near the New York state line, there was a small town called Tarton, which I had visited a time or two in the last three years. A special someone lived there that I wanted to stop in and see. If I started my trek now I could make it by dawn. My goal wasn’t to walk, though. Rather, I decided to hitch a ride, found myself on Vevo Road, which ran parallel to West Ridge Road.
Not even ten minutes into my travels and a VW Bug pulled up beside me. Some punk was behind the wheel with white hair and too much mascara. He was wearing leather from head to toe and a stainless-steel chain connected his right nostril to his upper lip.
After climbing into the Bug and settling, we introduced oursel
