The Hit

So anyway, I was going down Grand Central Parkway, right. Right, and I see this guy, right, on the side of the road. And he’s just like standing there. In all this traffic, right, and I see him, on the side. So, I stop by him, right. He was a hitchhiker. So, right, I picked him up. So, we continue driving, right, down the parkway, right. I’m headed for the Triborough bridge, right. To go up north to the New England states, right. With the hitchhiker. And we continue, right, and the hitchhiker then warns me. Right, he says to me, “There are people up ahead, on the right shoulder, their car is broken down.” Right, okay. So, I’m warned, and then the hitchhiker said to me, “Why don’t you hit them?” So, still on Grand Central Parkway, right, heading towards Triborough bridge, I continue. And then, right, as I approach the people. I hit them all, right, just like them being dominoes, right.

 

 

© 1998 David Greg Harth

98.05.04.17:18:12@NYC

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