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Personal Narrative: Route 66 And Kicks

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Route 66 and Kicks

It was a late Sunday afternoon in the heat of the summer and I was headed out West on yet another adventure, another couple thousand miles of endless highway by my lonesome. “How many miles do I drive before I find what I am looking for? Why am I still driving this shitty drive every week?” These are the questions I ask myself as I start out on my drive, and I slowly answer myself “To pay the bills, Reginald, to pay the bills”. I’ve been making this same trip for the last thirty-five years, out West to deliver a load of metal piping to the same damn place. When will it ever end? It is starting to drizzle outside, I stop at the local truck stop to get gas and to get snacks for the road, otherwise I’d be eating road pizza, or for you non-truckers, roadkill. I see my good friend Jerry, he has owned the truck stop for over fifty years and every day I wish I could stay home like him. He asks me how the trucking life is treating me, I smile and nod my head, “I can’t complain, but it sure ain’t …show more content…

Climbing into the back of the mysterious truck I notice that the metal thing has moved so I scanned the compartment to find it and it is nowhere to be found and I’ll be damned if I am waiting around for this thing to find me. I run back to my truck and decide to take off before anything else can go wrong. I made it about five miles out of town and then I hear a loud BANG! and all I can think is that this metal thing got into the back of my truck. Nervously, I pull over to the side of the road and run to the back of my truck and yank the door open…and there it is. In that moment, I saw that it was a robot. This is something I’ve only heard of in books and I had no idea what to do. “Hello, Reginald. How are you? How may I help you today?” WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING, I scream in my head, HOW DOES IT KNOW MY

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