Now we’re back in the car and traveling thru Iowa. The landscape is filled with golden corn. I see some blackbirds and greet them: “Hello, pretty birdies!”
The blackbirds attack me. There are feathers everywhere. I use a napkin to check if my eyes are bloody and have been pecked out.
Eventually a cop car flashes its lights and makes us pull over. Chris and Mickey work frantically to hide all their firearms, booze, LSD, and marijuana. The police officer parks behind us and approaches our Monte Carlo Eclipse. Stegz rolls his window down, and the officer says “Do you know how fast you were driving?” “No,” replies Stegz; “why don’t you write it down on a ticket, and we’ll get back on the road.” So the cop issues a traffic citation; then we wave goodbye and speed away.
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