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Unwelcome Passenger
The man looked familiar, and immediately I felt my pulse quicken. He wore oil-stained jeans and a torn leather vest, but no shirt. Straight black hair hung nearly to his waist. A snake tattoo circled his forearm. Mid-thirties, I guessed.
I didn’t realize I was staring so hard until he scowled and muttered, “Do I know you, bud?” I quickly averted my eyes, not wishing for an exchange of words and maybe more. The man picked up the newspaper and the pack of cigarettes he’d purchased, and walked toward the doors. I stepped to the counter to pay for my gasoline.
I dismissed the incident from my mind and began thinking of how great it would be to get home. Only fifty more miles to Cedar Pointe, my hometown. I’d been away to college for an eternity, it seemed. With summer vacation here, I was anticipating seeing my girlfriend and family again.
Exiting the glass doors, I stepped out into the thickening dusk, and was halted by a gruff voice.
“Hey, man.”
Turning, I spotted the longhaired guy again.
“What is it?” I hoped this didn’t mean trouble.
“Hey, man,” he said again, uncertainly, “which way you headed?”
“To Cedar Pointe. Why?” I started to walk to my car. The guy followed, to my annoyance.
“Cool, that’s where I live. Can you give me a ride, man?” His voice was eager, pleading.
“Well . . .” I hesitated. He drew closer. I detected the odors of dried sweat and stale tobacco smoke radiating from his body.
“I’m in a hurry,” I mumbled and slid into the driver’s seat of my Dodge Intrepid. I attempted to close the door, but the guy grabbed the handle, and with surprising strength, prevented me. He began to speak hurriedly.
“Have a heart, man. I’ve been stranded here for six fucking hours, and nobody’ll give me a ride. I hitchhiked with a trucker...
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