““C’mon!” Marlboro Man shouted, jumping onto the back of a nearby spray truck driven by an elderly man. “Hop in there with Charlie!” He pointed toward the door of the old, royal blue vehicle. Not having many other appealing options, I ran to the truck and hopped inside. “Well…hi, darlin’!” the old man said, putting his truck into gear. “You ready?” “Um, sure,” I replied. Who was Charlie? Had we met before? Why was I in his spray truck, and where was he taking me? I would have asked Marlboro Man these questions, but he’d jumped onto the back of the truck too quickly. As far as I could tell, I was riding in the pickup with an elderly gentleman who was about to drive the both of us straight into hell. I guess I’d have to ask all my questions later…when they wouldn’t be so relevant anymore.””
