Please Don't Kill Me

He had on a flannel shirt, a baseball cap, dark-rimmed glasses & sat all so composed on the couch. He had a full beard.

Three minutes earlier we had parked in a "Tow Zone". As the paranoia set in, this man that we had just met offered to save my friend from a disappearing act.

They came back and I could now take my eyes away from the clock. After a certain period of time I would've gone looking for her.

She actually said Please Don't Kill Me. If you knew her you'd fall to the floor laughing.

It was a good night and I met my first friend in South Bend, Indiana.