The Summer of Subtraction on Sixty-Six
It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime ideas: five guys driving Route 66 from Chicago to LA.
Dennis didn’t even make it out of the gate. After a 5-hour delay, we said screw him.
Marcus fell hard for a greasy spoon waitress near Carthage, Missouri; named Dido, no less. After a bitter battle, we sailed, another man down.
Aziz got drunk and fell into Oologah Lake in Oklahoma. He was busted up so bad they had to air-lift him to Tulsa.
John got bad news about his grandfather and flew home from Albuquerque.
I drove on. Best summer of my life.