The Wages, An Illustrated Story | 23. Songs and Parables | Tears of Rage
As the ambulance crew started to revive Bill, I bellowed, “Hey jerk-face, go to church and read the Bible! And here’s a special Sunday School lesson just for you—be sure to turn to The Gospel of Luke for The Parable of The Good Bisexual, you fucking asshole!”
He lifted his head, and his crossed eyes looked up at me. A stream of puke spilled out of his gawping mouth over his chin, and ran down his neck. And so he did not choke; my furious little sermon had saved him, for good or bad.
Generally confounded by people, including myself, I rejoined my mission of looking for a salad wrap, and I busied my mind by reminding myself to eat healthy food on the road. In spite of the aromas that tempted me to loose my frustrations in something decadent and yummy, I didn’t want to roll through the rest of the tour gorging myself on greasy fun food. I knew if I did that, I would be out on the highway as it stretched from horizon to horizon with no rest in sight, panicking in torment with a nightmare case of the shits. Trust me, don’t do that—whether your touring vehicle has a toilet or not.
