Asher
“You're joking right?”
“Nope. I think we can and we should.”
“So not joking. Just crazy.”
“How long are we going to keep running and hiding in shitty places like this?” I asked, feeling frustrated.
“For as long as it takes. Good talk buddy.”
“I don't want to continue to live like this. Dean? Dean?!” I groaned in frustration. Typical. He leaves in the heat of a conversation.
I stuffed a handful of chips into my mouth and chewed aggressively before nearly retching and nearly spitting it out. I hadn't read the packet.
Tomato flavoured? Where did these people get these stupid flavour ideas? What happened to good old potato chips seasoned with salt? I crushed the pack and tossed it in the bin at the foot of the bed.
“Let's say, hypothetically, that I agreed to this insane idea of
