Riding in the Backseat
100-word story
Riding in the backseat I smell gas and hope Benji wired up the muffler good, cuz when he doesn’t it drags and sparks, and I know two things for sure: gas drips outta this piece-of-shit car, and the only thing faster than fire is bullets, which is a fucked up thing to know at fifteen, but I didn’t make this shit-infeste…