Chapter 5
Now so far, dumb as I am, I hadn’t really paid any attention to the age of the vehicles that had stopped for me. I was more interested in the people inside, and what they had to ‘offer’ me, ha-ha. I had only the faintest idea about cars anyhow, and not much interest, sad to say. However, when the next one pulled up in front of me, I had a flash go through my head like lava through concrete (is that possible)—fast, but sludgy. These cars are old. It’s like travelling through time, ha-ha, backwards. Still, I got in. My imagination often suffered at the hands of my laziness. And that whole cloud of dope from the sixties thing.
The driver looked at me through cat’s eye glasses. She must have been eighty years old. I don’t think she let that stop her, and apparently, it didn’t slow
