Heltor Chasca
Out-riding the Black Dog
I donated myself once to an old geezer when I was a kid.
In the 70s when we didn’t lock everything, I finished school and climbed into the car for my lift home. No one else was in the vehicle and I guess I assumed my mother was off gassing with some other parents.
Imagine my horror when an old geezer got in and started to drive off. Imagine his horror when he finally noticed further on down the road, some weird kid sitting in the back of his car.
I had climbed into the wrong car.
In the 70s when we didn’t lock everything, I finished school and climbed into the car for my lift home. No one else was in the vehicle and I guess I assumed my mother was off gassing with some other parents.
Imagine my horror when an old geezer got in and started to drive off. Imagine his horror when he finally noticed further on down the road, some weird kid sitting in the back of his car.
I had climbed into the wrong car.