Page 220 of Crank (Crank 1)

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I grabbed my “hideables.”

Out the window. Down the wall

like a spider, on night prowl.

No way to call him to come

and get me. How would I ever

get myself into Reno?

One way came to mind.

I swallowed my fear

and stuck out my thumb.

Anyone Could Have Come Along

A rapist.

A serial killer.

Brendan.

Lucky me.

I drew a cop.

The black and white

approached slowly,

crept past.

Brake lights flashed.

Thank God I

thought to reach

into my pocket

and toss the contents

into the weeds

as he pulled to the shoulder,

red and blue revolving.

I wasn’t high,

but I felt buzzed.

I wasn’t holding,

but I broke out in fear sweat.

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