I had driven down this road many times, It was how I had gotten to work everyday. I opt for this route cause the trees on either side are much better to look at than a boring highway full of cars. I work a regular 9-5 job with little to no excitement, but I do make good money. Just showing up to work looking good in a suit and acting confident while ass kissing your boss does wonders.

I have a wife Julia and two kids Nathan and Ethan, twin boys...I never expected to have kids let alone twins but honestly they are amazing. Julia is a great mom and wife, she works her ass off for this family and I appreciate that. She is so caring I often feel bad for the three bad habits I indulge in. She thinks I don't smoke any more; but I do. I also drink after work and she thinks I just work late...at least I am a faithful man. The cigarettes and booze help with the nonsense that plays in my head 24/7. Any bit of respite is welcome even if it has to be while intoxicated.

The drive this morning was nice, it was raining hard and the lightning and thunder were angry sounding. I liked days like this...it made everything quiet in my brain and muffled all sounds. I lit a smoke and took a big haul and exhaled some happiness. Off in the distance I saw a man hitch hiking, he was soaked to the bone and very rough looking. I pulled over just behind him and stopped, I felt apprehensive about picking him up for some reason but I also couldn't let him stand there and get soaked.

He turned around as I stopped and walked toward the driver side of the car, I rolled my window down "Hey man, you need a lift?" He smiled, hesitated a bit looking around then replied "yea I guess it's better than getting soaked".

I unlocked the doors and he walked around to the passenger door and got in.

"My name is Oliver" said the man, "what's yours?" I smiled staring ahead still, "It won't make a difference if you know my name or not" I said quietly. He gave me a strange look and I reached down into the door compartment found my knife and swiftly stabbed Oliver in the throat. "You should be more careful on whose car you get into" I said. Oliver's gurgles grew louder and louder as he gripped his throat, blood pooling in his lap.

I turned up the radio, lit another cigarette and kept driving. I should probably get rid of this habit first.