“Honk”
“Honk”
“Honk”
I look to either side of me and watch as the traffic jam fuels peoples anger enough to the point that a man gets out of his vehicle and body slams another man to the ground. As I watch, I sit there and remember the last time I saw her a couple months ago in Michigan. I was in a small town where I met Mr. Gilroy.
After that, I haven’t seen or heard from her. I guess in a way it is a good thing, but it always makes me feel a little uneasy when she doesn’t show her face at all. Trying to find a place to hold up while waiting for her to show up again, I do a couple under the table jobs in the meantime and when those ran out, I headed to another state.
Now, I sit in my car watching this drama unfold and just wait for someone to pull a gun and shoot some
