henry walked down the side of the highway.
he was ready for adventure.
he was ready for a truck driver named mac who would tell him tall tales about the good old days.
he was ready for a beautiful woman - maybe a movie star - in a long black or gold limousine.
or an ordinary looking woman in an ordinary black car or suv.
or anybody at all in anything at all who wanted to talk about anything at all.
or anyone who would give him a lift even if they never opened their mouths.
he was ready for dr frankenstein to take him to his laboratory.
he was ready for an alien to take him to another planet.
he was ready for ted bundy or john wayne gacy or hannibal lecter.
he was ready for the richest man in the world .
he was ready for the prophet of a new religion.
he was ready for the saddest story in the world.
he was ready for the happiest story in the world.
he was ready for yeti.
he was ready for teddy.
he was ready for the highway patrol to ask hm why he was walking down the highway..
he was ready for the sun.
he was ready for the rain.
he was ready for the wind,
he was ready for a bottle of water.
if he could find a place along the highway that sold one.
a gas station, a mcdonalds, whatever. there had to be one.
he felt in his pocket to make sure his wallet was in it.
suddenly henry had a vision of eternity.
a highway patrol car pulled up beside him.
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