Fifty Cent Words

 "My dad told me that if you swing over the bar you'll turn inside out like a sock." "No way! That’s ridiculous." "Yes way! It’s physics. You just have never heard of it happening because it's impossible." "It's not impossible." "It's physically impossible man. No one can do it." "I can do it." “You can’t swing over the bar Cody” “Yes I can. I’ve done it before. Lots of times.” "OK. Prove it.” “I don’t feel like it right now Joel.” “See. You’re just saying that cause you can’t do it.” “I can do it. Just not right now. I've got a stomach ache.” “I dare you to swing over the bar Cody. I double dare you." Cody couldn’t turn down a double dare. He would be ridiculed for chickening out until the end of the school year. He had no choice but to give it his best shot. Hesitantly he walked to the swing set and sat down in the seat. Silently Joel watched the swing climb into the air. Cody's legs shot up

They don’t make a strong enough coffee to keep you awake on nights like these. The road hypnotizes you. Your eyes get heavy. Next thing you know you’re starring at an 18 wheeler on the wrong side of the road about to turn you into a stain. That normally wakes you up. This time wasn’t like that. This time I woke up safely parked in front of a building with no clue how I got there. I shook off the sleep, pulled a smoke from the glove compartment, and raised my head to light it when I saw him in the rear view mirror. I jumped like a frightened school girl and screamed “Who the hell are YOU!” He just sat there staring. No response to my reaction whatsoever. He wasn’t really doing anything but looking out the window. He was dressed in a suit. Didn’t look dangerous so I assumed the guy probably was just a little drunk. I settled down a bit and sipped my coffee. “The names Charon. Where to big guy?” I asked. He hesitated but then clumsily said “Just down the road. I think. Just drive down thi