Hungry Hungry Hippies

On my way to Petersburg with DMG and Chris, we came to a halt at a stoplight. As with many intersections in this fine city, we stopped rolling directly beside a fine couple. A bohemian couple. An unbathed couple. A couple rich in experience and nothing more. Not opportunity or ambition (and probably at this point substances). Their sign, its exact message I do not recall per se, however in roughly hewn scribbles on cardboard a message of "GIVE US MONEY" came through loud and clear.

Chris, exhausted from irritating wrongs and misdeeds plaguing him, had just previously successfully worked himself into a thick lather. A creamy lather, if you will. And someone was about to receive the sordid suds of his wrath.

In rare form, almost a sudden wave of external control possessed Chris. He tapped on the window to alert our street-side sojourners of his concern for their situation.

Loudly Chris began to narrate his actions.

"LOOK! I'm pulling out my wallet!"

The dirty duo's interest was peaking.

"Now I'm pulling out a five dollar bill!"

Chris waved the currency in his hand. Its allure drew the beasts closer as if it was a bloodied steak of desire.

"NOW!," he paused (for what I assume was dramatic effect; expert employment of suspense). Chris made direct eye contact with our friends outside.

The light still registered red. We were locked in, whatever was in the next act.

DMG and I had no idea what Chris had in store. A Damien Omen twinge in his voice foreboded, loomed, boiled. Chris had the crazy eye.

The light still red.

Traveller 1 and Traveller 2 inched towards the window, their showerlessness fogged the rear window where Chris stewed.

"And this," he flaunted the dead president tauntingly,"is John's gas money."

He laid the money in the my lap and sat back completely please with the whole event. Things came full circle and he was completed.

I sat, rigid. DMG in shotgun looked forward too. A pair of rigor-mortised chauffeurs with a man in need of an exorcism cackling in the backseat.

The outsiders deflated.

I didn't know what to do or say so I didn't.

As if it was an act of God, the heavens released the rain to absolve the travelers and we got greens finally.