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in the summer of ninety. Ninety five, I decided I had enough for my parents, I guess they enough for me to because it seems super concerned about my threats of leave. It go to California and be free get by on my art or whatever I don't know. What I was thinking I guess I thought I get to allay unjust, miraculously be able to afford it by smoking weed all day, because, aside from a few bad sketches of rosetta style maidens here and there I was pretty much all I did. Even in the world of eighteen year old, I was a particularly stupid. One no, it's not out of the house. One night with a few sets of closing my most prized born and overstepped. Backpack left my peril, No that's something stupid like dont bother looking for me, I'm already in California. like I said I was down in their patients with me, was wearing thin, so that note might have been a relief to them with that friend at the end of my street, and he drove me to a trucks,

where I figured I'd hate to ride with a trucker headed lest we got to the truck, stop friend asked if I wanted to smoke, will of course I did We smoked out is seventy two vega and then, of course, we had to eat. We want inside it truck stop to the all night diner and we both ordered something called the way station special. It was an irresponsible combination of a short stack of pancakes sausage bacon. Three eggs toast hash rounds and french toast sticks. Apparently heads and truckers have a similar palette. It took two interests is to deliver our breakfast monstrosity and we started to devour it almost as soon as it hit the table with our bloodshot. Half opened eyes and stupid grins dripping syrup, it was pain, the obvious that we were a couple of stone? Kids, it didn't belong in a truck stop on a Wednesday night waitress came by and slid the checked, my friend he picked. The thing

and squinted at trying to decipher exactly how much we owed and how much Tipp we needed to leave the tried to help him but more than likely we got it wrong. We return to the parking lot friend agreed await with me until I can find someone to pick me up, we stood out there, smoking cigarettes listening to grateful dead tapes in his car stereo for a couple of hours until he decided he should go home before his dad woke up for work. So there I was in a lonely truck stop. king lot at three o clock in the morning. Just me and my poorly made cardboard sign and with every truck, rumbled by without even slowing down my hope, began to slip away started Have terrifying images of having to call my parents from the graffiti pay phone outside the restrooms little did. I know this scenario was actually the least terrifying way. This misadventure. Could it turned out

just put on my second less cigarette purple. Max semi trunk pulled up beside me. Carbon start Briggs, hissed and dust in my eyes, the heavily tinted driver side window rolled them. I'm headed asked the driver said one a hobby, and I did

I grabbed my bulging bag and cardboard sign and hurried over the passenger door. A climb down and what sort of shocked by the inside of the cap there was an unreasonable amount afraid she was on everything hanging from the sea backs the arm rest. The gear shift anywhere, you could infringe. It was home anywhere. You could not. Hang friend was covered in purple shag carpet with cream colored, lightning accents the cabin the sleeper section was divided by a shimmering beaded Kirk. There was a solar system. Diagram hung from the ceiling of the cab between us and eighty. The extra terrestrial sat on the dashboard phoning home sweet truck. I said, just a fun little project. He said when you don't spend much time at home. You kind of have to make your own little piece of home on the road, the truck a little at first, but then we were off begin. The first phase of my ill advised cross country track to my MECCA West

as we rolled along trucker nigh talk debate about where I was headed. Why we talked about her parents just don't get it man, you gotta, be around person, you know they probably wouldn't even miss me and he said Scrooge after bashing authority for about an hour. our conversation kind of petered out and I decided to take a nap I was gonna get some shot. I he said it was cool and I watched, pop a couple of white pupils. I didn't bother to ask him what they were fills weren't my thing, but I didn't judge I'm not sure how long I slept, but I woke up to the trucker shaking me: hey man, you ever seen a weird things in the sky at night, sometimes like like lights and stuff or whatever he asked I looked over Adam and I saw that his eyes were bulging, in his pupils were dilated, whose grinding his teeth and muscles in his cheeks were riding his knuckles were white steering wheel,

you dont man like maybe something like aliens are. You are foes spake stuff. He said you know what I'm saying a gas said reach down from my bag was gone. I looked over and saw that he had taken a dump. The contents of it on the floor between us apprised bond sitting on top of everything else. You got any need man. He asked now. Why don't? I was hopeless Worse. When I got to allay, might you go through my stuff? and that's a real one, real freakin bummer. You know you never let you go through my stuff. I just need something Carmelo me out we speak, bother can't make me really kind of law, or you know he said shaking his head. I did not know because I've never done any amphetamines, but I told him I knew anyway. At this point he was beginning to freaked me out his body.

Which was getting more and more tense lines on the deserted high. We were screaming bias h this out, he pulled A butterfly knife out of his boot started, flipping it around. While he was showing the knife tricks, the truck drifted under the rumbles. He gagged swerving talk back into his horse. He said putting his eyes back on the road I found his knife dead. His head was crunched up. Man was not seen. You wouldn't think entire to do that, but I told him I sat with my eyes facing front in my fingers digging into the armrests. I didn't know what to do.

Pretty sure this guy just admitted to a murder, or at the very least, was an accessory to murder. I knew I had to get out of that truck, but I didn't know how we were probably doing about nine, so jumping out wasn't an option. I asked him to pull over, so I could take a leak when he said we have to make up some time and stopped at the next exit. After a moment, the truck or snapped his fingers in his face lit up with a new bright idea. He just remember he had a couple of beers left in his many fridge in the sleeper. He asked me to go, get them, and at this point I couldn't do anything but oblige him. So I walked through the beaded portal that led to his sleeping quarters, and it was more of the same weird two core is the camp. I found the fridge and opened it inside were to beers in something wrapped in cellophane. I didn't immediately recognise it, but the more I looked at it. I realized it was a human hand. My knees at the purple shag carbon. In my vision, narrowed. I almost passed out. I screwed it myself away from a fridge and backed into the small they behind me something thumped against my back.

I turned around to find that when I bumped into the bed Had dislodged the folded arm of a woman's body that was stowed underneath the mattress my vision narrowed again and my pulse ducked pound in my ears,

did you find those beers? Yet the truck recalled back to me. I couldn't answer at first. I was afraid my way station special we'll come back up. If I opened my mouth, I couldn't understand how a person could forget they had body parts stored in the fridge. Was it all just part of his m o? Maybe he liked for people to see his work. I don't know all I knew was it. I had to get out of this truck and get away from this man before I ended up a souvenir and adorned fridge. I brought the beers to the trucker and told them. I really had to take a leak. He said after he was done with his be erected, uses bottle he laughed but didn't slow down. You just drank is beer and started talking about asteroids, the big bang, reptiles and octopi. I really didn't hear any. I just stared at the deserted road in front of us wishing that I wasn't a stupid stupid eating it

Seen em. You know he said pointing up at the solar system diagram. They taught me. I heard inside my head and shipping planet condolent radios. I came out of my stunned days a bit and realise that the solar system hanging from the ceiling of the truck was not ours. There were only five planets and none of the colors and shapes matched our planet. There was no earth sky was off his rocker. He was handsome Charles Man's shit, I'm gonna, throw up by said, I think I need something that truck stop saying your head of a window, the truck reset and tossed his empty beer bottle through the beaded curtain, no like I'm like, but he asked

hold it, and I told him this was about to happen. I had no choice in the matter. We were on account on clock grumbled to himself, but he started to slow the truck down over the shoulder I and buckled my seat belt and opened the door before the semi have come to a complete stop. I started at first, but once I gave my foot again, I bought it. I was not track star. I think at that moment I could have given my high school tracked him a run for their money. There was, nothing but open field in front of me, but I could see a line of trees in the distance. I thought, if I could make it to those trees, I might have a chance the trucker was shouting at me and he was out of the semi. As soon as you can get a break said. He took off with a speed that was unexpected for a truck driver. I looked back and while he wasn't gaining, he was somehow keeping pace. I turned around the face the tree line. Again I pushed harder. He knew what I was doing. He knew what I had seen. He had to put an end to me and said,

like a sonic blue should meet him. Nothing backwards would like being closed line by a sound. I was on my back struggling to regain the breath it was knocked out of me. I opened my eyes I saw this bright crimson. Light hovering above me in the sky. surrounded by smaller yellowish lights that work orbiting. It

moved passed me and I rolled over on my stomach to see that it was now directly over the trucker his hands were raised. You shouting obscenities at the thing talking about how he tried he had tried to do what they want it. I watched as an incredibly light beamed down from the thing in the sky. It looked like a spotlight but want to hit him started screaming his body, clone started to disintegrate him, a tiny pieces. The came off him floated up in the beam of light. He screamed until his head was mostly gone and then the rest of them follow quickly. After that, you took less than ten seconds for the tracker to completely disappear. I could do was lay on the ground watch. I didn't understand what I was saying. I still don't really understand what I saw after the trucker was killed or whatever

the crimson light left with the same booming sounded, had arrived with I probably laid out there in that field for about half an hour. I lost my mind after the sun came up, I decided to start walking. I walked for hours in a bit a trance, not entirely sure how far I made it before I got picked up by a sheriff deputy. He has me some actions. I dont really remember what he or I said it wasn't until he got me back to the station and locked in a holding. So when I began to realize they thought I had something to do, the severed hand and the woman in the truck along with it, are missing driver once they started the interrogations I found out that the hand in the fridge did not belong to. dead woman under the mattress. So with that point,

was being accused of at least three murders. They kept asking you: were the bodies were the him, this one and the truckers. Obviously, when I tried to explain what had happened, they didn't believe me Eventually I was allowed to call my parents. They were pretty mad, but glad to hear that I was ok least determined that the victims in the truck had been killed days ago and we're missing persons from another state. My parents were able to confirm my alibi for the murders of the victims in the truck and when no trace the truck or any evidence of foul play. The cops had nothing to charge me with an they had to. Let me go Needless to say, I never made it to California. Actually, smoking. We too can only ever be me paranoid after that. Somehow, though, I'm still a fan of the way station special.

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