My car is a piece of shit. I take Amber home tonight and I'm trying to get home when I stop at a light and it just fucking chokes and dies. I turn the key and nothing happens. God only knows what's wrong...and it's nothing I can fix in the dark. Some nice dude helped me push it through the intersection and park it on the curb, but he took off right after. I don't blame him. In this part of the city I wouldn't just go offering a person a ride.

So I'm walking along, hiking it back home which is hell and gone across the city when I see this guy smoking and taking his time. It's dark but he's in a pool of mercury vapor light so I can make him out. I've never felt so fucking relieved in my life.

"Mike," I call, and start to jog. "Mike, wait up, man. Hey...hey, what are you doing?"