"Neil! Hey Neil!" a voice called. 
	I gazed confusedly at him. A scrawny rat in a wife beater and jeans.
	"Neil!" he puffed and coughed as he caught up. 
	"Who-wha?" I asked. 
	I wrinkled my nose in disgust at his smell. 
	"It's me Jeremey!" he stated, glancing at a female, "Hey babe."
	I continued to my truck. 
	"They some hotties here," he smirked. 
	"What do you want?" 
	"I need a ride to Evansville," he stalled as I got in. 
	'A ride? Is that all? Doubtful,' I thought.
	“No,” I said, going back two years ago as I drove off.