“Hola senor, donde el—”
The pill-popping junkie interrupted him.
“Shit man, speak English. Comprende?” The picker-upper junkie hit his head back on the torn, leopard print-covered seats of his jeep.
“Do. you. know. the. way. to. San. Jose?” The immigrant asked him, a mocking gleam in his eyes, hungry for revenge.
The junkie’s eyes widened. He had actually understood what the hitchhiker had said. A quick THWAP to his head prevented him from registering another thought as the hitchhiker beat him senseless with a rubber chicken, then hauled him out of the driver’s seat. The hitchhiker sped off into the desert.
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