Dinner to Dinner

On the Road

We woke up behind a café, and a guy parked next to us took a real interest in the RV.
“86?” He asks.
“84” I say. (the year it was made.)
“Someone botched this caulk job. Rip that shit out and go to Marine World and buy some fuckin’ clear shit.”
“Really?”
“Yeah man, I used to work on these. You should rip out the electronics, put in a carb, make it international….”

He was a very intense talker. I started to go for the door to get back in.

“Hey, you guys got any weed?”
“No, sorry. “ I say.
“Well fuck you then. It ought to be against the law for you not to have weed in a rig like that.”

He jumped in his early 80’s Ford Crown Victoria and I heard him burn out twice as he left the parking lot.