“I shoulda known you’d pull somethin’ like this.”
I kept quiet, looking out the passenger’s window and ostensibly searching for a free parking space. The hiss in his voice told me that he was steamed, ready to pop. No need to give him another poke. He hammered the wheel with open palms.
“So fuckin’ STUPID!” He shook his head violently, clenching his teeth. “Ya know…fuck. Even when ya, givin’ me all that…that crap about honesty, and comradeship, an’ an’ an’…but you fuckin’ SAID necessity meant telling little lies sometimes, I should fuckin’ seen it then…”
This was boring me. I even rolled my eyes – careful not to let him see, though, I didn’t have that much of a death wish – and idly chewed my index fingernail. No slot available as yet… I mean, yeah, he had a big truck, but nowhere to park? Seriously? At this hour of the night? What the fuck was everybody out for, hunting season? The thought almost made me laugh, and in fact I had to stifle a giggle. My already-incensed brother-in-arms glared at me.
“Oh yeah, funny as a fucking funeral, you are. Ya damn…ARGH!”
He swung the steering wheel hard over and I braced as the pickup swerved right into a barely-adequate space. The sound of squealing tyres had hardly left the ears as my erstwhile driver slammed his door shut and stomped away. I pulled down the sun visor and examined my reflection in the mirror, tousling my mussed-up fauxhawk. What a prick. Did I mean him or me?
It could be that he was right anyway. I possibly could have avoided what I did. Informing the authorities of our plans was…risky. However, it was the only way I could be absolutely sure that my friend would not chicken out before we’d gone through with our deed. Now, there was nothing he – nor I, for that matter – could do to change our path.
The wheels were in motion.
Solidarity, brothers & sisters…☠