this morning #1372.

this morning, as we crossed over the bridge into maine, i rolled down the window. left it open for just a moment so i could feel the seacoast air rush past. he asked if i was really ready to do this. i nodded. tossed the bag off the side of the bridge & down to the river below. i inhaled one last gasp of air & rolled up the window. let out a hell of a yelp. he let out one too & smacked at the roof. continued to whoop. i knew this might not be the end of all our dilemmas but it’s at least the end of a fraught chapter. there’s no surviving way to tie us to the crime. it’s time to move on with our lives. in fact, i’ve already got a perfect scheme in mind. this time though, i won’t be asking him for help.