king of the road, part thirteen

you all should know by know that all of the earlier sections of the story can be found right here.

but just in case, here's the link again.

and again.

this is how you know i love you all.

it's also how you can tell i'm feeling punchy. and that i want to go back to bed.



“We need an oath or something,” Jasper said.

“Dude, that’s lame,” I said, but then I remembered I was talking to a guy who was wearing a cape.

“How about ‘don’t kill me’?” you muttered. Earlier in the day that would have been a look moment.

If it hadn’t been for Jasper, we would have had to fight our way through the press to the helicopter. A five-foot perimeter surrounded us as we walked. A couple of the reporters that tried to rush us were knocked out cold by the barrier. 


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we're a little bit on the shorter side of words today. i had to break a paragraph in half so the segment wouldn't be too long and i figured you would all appreciate complete sentences. let me know if i was wrong about that one.