The Death of 1977 (Book 3)

Coming hot off the long, winding road, Jeremiah pulled his Camaro into the Sohio filling station and parked in front of one of the pumps. He sat for a spell and studied all around the small station until he spotted a payphone located at the very edge of the property.

"What can I get for you, sir?" An older white man clothed in a pair of greasy jeans and an equally grease-stained jacket came up beside the window.

Unfazed by the man's abrupt appearance, Jeremiah got out of the car, and without even looking at him said, "You can fill it up."

Jeremiah dug deep into his pockets while walking slowly towards the phone booth. Once inside he shut the folding door and inserted his quarter into the phone's slot. He hesitated ever so long before finding the bravery to dial the number he never wanted to in the first place.

Coughing up any useless phlegm, Jeremiah uttered, "Uh, mom, dad. I know you guys are on vacation, and to be honest, I'm kinda glad I got the machine instead."

Jeremiah watched as a semi-truck roared by him down the highway, sounding like an almighty war machine.

been my undoing. I'm afraid I haven't been one hundred percent honest with you guys lately. You see...you know all about Julie and I, but...I'm no longer a psychiatrist. To be truthful, I haven't been to

to deal with any of it. It's hard for me to explain it all over the phone. Hell,

that I'm rambling, but I can't help myself. Please, mom, don't worry about me. Dad, please don't try and figure me out. I'm leaving Ohio. I don't know for how long, but it's for the best. I'll get in touch with you guys once or if I ever do get

made his way back to

"Mighty nice vehicle you have here!" The station attendant

me to where I need to be. How much

"Ten dollars

out his wallet and handed the man two five dollar

could get inside one of these and take off like a rocket." The man wiped his