Flash Friday; no prompts, no edit, no class in Adjunct to 8/9/2013 flash friday; a trinity of flashs

“What’s the damage?”

“Forty for the gas and five bucks for the corn nuts and battery acid.”

“What flavor?”

“Christ are you gonna have a litter of puppies every damn time? I got you live wire once, fucking once. It’s the piss green battery acid flavor, diet.”

“Here twenty three we’ll call it square.”

“Twenty five is square, my body is a temple.”

“It’s the price of clean living and being a prick. How far to Council Bluffs?”

“Six hours. Want me to drive?”

“No, I’m good, you take tomorrow.”

“No, no, no, that’s east, next exit, you sure you don’t want me to drive?”

“yeah, find something on the radio.”

Two hours of Art Bell pass, it felt like four.

“Hey, I know why the caged bird sings.”
“Dude, I didn’t read that, see it, hear it or smoke, can we skip the reference shit?”

“No reference I just know why the caged bird sings. Because it’s a fucking bird and that’s what they do. It’s why the dog barks, the sky is blue and why you have to pee every two hours.”

“Nice. Ok. Turn the radio back up.”

“No, dumbass, the bird, the dog, the sky don’t suck down a gallon of Mountain Dew every gas stop —“

“I get it. Radio.”

“You can’t help yourself. You know that shit kills massive laboratories full of massive lab rats, makes you itchy and uncomfortable and probably crystalizes in your bladder but you do it anyhow, because it’s what you do. What the caged bird isn’t singing about is why you do that shit.”

“Shit, man, have a corn nut.”

“Yeah, no, sorry. Fucking Art Bell, he just makes me wanna contact the home world and get a ride out of here.”

“I hear ya.”