Another Perfect Catastrophe (2003) - Plot & Excerpts
Here is how bad it gets: About sixty miles outside Jacksonville we were cruising high because Tricia’s Blitz made his best showing all winter, coming from the outside eight box on a muddy track and placing second in the sprint stake, winning enough to get us motoring back toward West Memphis, tossing leers at one another, sharing little airline brandy bottles in the front seat with Tricia edged close to me and her hand on my thigh. Near dark we stop for burgers etc. at a Tastee-Freez and then get back in the station wagon and the horn and dome light stick. I mean they won’t quit this blare of noise and light until I pop the hood to yank the ground wire, then claw at the headliner and start shearing wires with Tricia’s nail cutters. After that it’s two hundred miles of dark, with no light for bathroom breaks or road maps, no horn if we start to get killed, and that flap of headliner waving between our heads like some don’t-get-horny warning flag. Highway 10 is a bad pull of road like this, the Delta scary quiet, the Gulf Coast just another something to get past; and like he knows things are going to shit, Tri-cia’s Blitz whines and scratches at his crate, and we have nothing to feed him but pork rinds we buy off gas-station racks.
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