In it was a small mustache-trimmer and some shoe polish. "Wait, that was supposed to be body oil," Art said, with an impish grin.
Also in the box was gift card for CC Radio in the amount of $19.50 and a Powerball ticket for that week's record-breaking jackpot. Feeling hurt by Art's insinuation with the mustache-trimmer and shoe polish, I reminded him that I no longer had anything to do with "Jorch". "Well I just don't know who to trust anymore. I've been replaced by him before--without warning--and there is no guarantee it won't happen again!" Suddenly Art lunged forward in his seat as if in severe pain, "OWWW!" "My damn back has gone out again!", he screamed. As if by
coincidence, "Back Stabbers" by The O'Jays was playing on the car radio at that very moment. "TURN THAT RADIO OFF!", demanded Art as he took exit 51 off the freeway. ...We checked out of the Clampit Motel by 7am after a restless night's sleep disturbed by Art's back spasms, a painful spider bite to his neck, and some strange lights in the sky just outside our window. Even more creepy was the desk clerk, J.C who kept warning us about the coming "end times". "ALL SINNERS AND PORNICATORS MUST REPENT OR FACE THE BOILING PITS OF SEWAGE!" Art drove off quickly, leaving the still ranting J.C. in a cloud of dust...
