Sorry, man. I didn’t mean to run over you, but if you want to hitchhike, you shouldn’t wear that black cloak. It’s hard to see at night, particularly when you’ve had a few like me. It’s a good thing you were carrying that… What is that thing anyway? Oh, a scythe. Oh, right. You’re the Grim Reaper. That’s a damn good costume.
Would you care for a swig of Vodka? That’s Okay. It’s more for me.
Girl scout troop? No. I didn’t see them. I think I may have hit something a while ago when I dropped my lighter and had to search the floorboards for it. I heard a thud and I had to use the windshield wipers to get the crap off the windshield. But I didn’t see any girl scout troop.
Don’t mean to be nosy, but where are you headed with that crazy costume. It’s the middle of nowhere. Hell… Oh I get it. Yeah. The Grim Reaper.That’s pretty funny.
I’m headed for Cleveland.
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