10
Visiting Victoria
The smell of gas and grease was so thick in the cab of the truck you could almost cut it with a knife.
I was afraid if anyone came within a few feet of us with a lighter or a cigarette, we would all be blown sky-high.
That was until I saw the cigarette stuck behind his left ear. I sat on pins and needles, waiting for him to pull it out and light it and send us on a trip we wouldn’t ever come back from.
We arrived at Paul’s Mechanics a short while later. At least I think it was a short while later; it’s hard to tell how fast time is going when your eyes are closed and you’re praying really hard not to be blown to bits.
I finally felt a boney elbow jab me in the ribs and heard the screech of tires as we were lurched forward and then tossed about in the cab of the t
