Falling Off The Wagon. Again. Pt. 8


After our transaction, Rudi feels comfy enough now to drive me home. We’re cruising along the FDR when I spot a sporty Jaguar as it pulls up alongside us. The back window lowers. The barrel of a big gun slides out. It’s BOYZ IN THE HOOD 2016! I scream, duck, and Rudi jams his foot on the gas. We careen down the drive, weaving in and out of traffic, while tomorrow’s headlines flash before my eyes! Finally Rudi skids toward the exit lane on 63rd St. He screeches around the corner, barreling west, and doesn’t slow down until we’re at 1st Ave.

previously…                                                                                                                                       to be continued…


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