CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - Uneasy Rider* 1 *
Bzzzzzzzz, bang.
“Damn it!”
Wilfred hit another pothole.
Bang!
“Damn it!”
He bounced down the road on Wendy Joe’s moped. He did not feel one bit like the Lone Ranger and certainly not Arnold Schwarznegger. If he felt like anything, it was one of those fat motorcycle riding twins from out of the Guinness Book of World Records.
One thing was for certain. He was learning a whole new brand of respect for dumpy little moped driving black women. This was tough. Every bump drove his asshole further up his spine. Every bug in existence was magnetically attracted to his gritted teeth and clenched eyeballs. How in the hell anyone could put up with this agony was beyond his imagination.
Wendy Joe must have hemorrhoids up to her back teeth.
He thumbed t
