Chapter 9
Before I could faint, throw up, and open the door, he laughed like a maniac and said happily, “I’m just kidding, unless of course…nah, you don’t look like the kind with a bag of weed on you. Anyhow, you’re dying to know about this car, aren’t you? Talking of drugs, speed, ha-ha, little private joke there.” He c****d his head as if listening. “What’s that, God? Be nice, even if it hurts? Well, okay. Now I’ll tell you about the car since you asked nicely.” Was he talking to me or God? What the…? What did I let myself in for this time? But just then it started to hail and this—thing—had a cloth roof and I expected we’d get murdered, but he explained why we wouldn’t. Eventually.
“I just got this car,” my driver smiled. “My name’s Jeff. I, ah, liberated it from prison. It deserves t
