Chapter 6
And so I’m outside again, leaning against a pole, thinking, hmm, pole…dancing. No. No more excitement, dull would be good. Although it’s supposed to be an adventure, right? And here comes my next ride. It’s a man and a dog. I see the dog first; he’s all white except for a black ring around one eye like he’s been cold-c****d (oh crap, how about a better term than that?) K O-ed. Punched. I can’t help thinking it’s the ugliest dog I have ever seen. Nonetheless, I climb in, shoving the dog over to make room. Gently of course, seeing the size of it. Him, yeah, definitely a him. He starts licking me.
“Jimmy, now leave the boy alone—say, don’t I know you? What’s your name, son?” The man has glasses, gray hair, a goatee, and huge forearms covered with curly red hair. Big aviator sungla
