The tan with copper highlights 1981 AMC Spirit had a nice orange fuzzy interior. Me and Mongo pooled our resources to come up with the $1200 to purchase the vehicle. He was passed out next to me on the seat, his head titled back and to the left, mouth agape as if at the dentist. We were somewhere not too far from San Fran. The ruddy sun rose over the green hills starting up this latest Thursday of our lives. Jenny slept in the tiny back seat curled up like a cinnamon roll amongst a pile of backpack, clothes, and iPod. We'd only known her a few days but already she felt like an oldsider. I really wanted coffee but there was no place to stop. I saw cows. With the windows opened a crack I could smell them too.
It was then that big winged bug got sucked into the spirit and then into Mongo's mouth. It was a fluke that I even saw it happen. Still alseep, he choked and then swallowed the unfortunate insect. A second later Mongo awoke, unware that he'd just eaten breakfast.
"Nice sunrise let's get coffee," he said clearing his throat.
"Sure thing, man."
I smiled.