December 09, 2011
It was late at night, or maybe early in the morning depending on how you look at it. The roads were clear, as was the sky. It was a dark night yet the moon was eerily bright. I was heading for home, coming from a party I was at with some friends and I still had quite a drive ahead of me. At the time, I wasn’t drunk, nor was I high, but I must admit, I was little sleepy. I could feel myself drifting in and out of consciousness as I stared down the bright yellow lines that lie ahead of me so I rolled down the windows on this cold October night, cranked the air conditioner to make it feel more like January, and blasted the stereo, just to stay focused on the road ahead of me. One of my favorite songs came on; it was Jonny Cash’s cover of the Nine Inch Nails song titled, Hurt. It’s such a powerful song. Anyone who isn’t emotionally moved by that song, in my opinion, is dead inside. Something was telling me in the back of my mind that this would not be the last time I hear this song tonight, but I shrugged it off, and forged on. It was such a great night, but what happened next, was almost too surreal.
I could feel myself nodding in and out and in fear of falling asleep behind the wheel, I pulled into a gas station to fill up, get some fresh air, and clear my head. As I step out of the car with a twenty dollar bill in hand for gas, I hear a voice yelling my way.
“Hey! Hey kid!” this man yells running up to me. This man looks as if he had just crawled out of a dumpster. His hair was long, gray, and mangy as could be. He was rather tall and skinny as a rail. He smelled like cheap booze and cigarettes. His beard mirrored the image of the top of his head.
“Can I help you?” I asked while taking a step back, trying to read what his intentions were.
“I see you got twenty bucks there and I’m in some desperate need for some cash,” he said. “If you give me that twenty, I can put the gas...