Bob the Pothead

Chapter 5- Bob's Trip

(This is some bullshit right here I'm back like 3 fucking years later writing this garbage ass story because I said fuck it)

Bob, now wanted for several crimes, is still on the run. The car he stole was a 2007 Honda civic, only barely working. His way to Seattle isn't going as expected. He realized Seattle was much to far for him to simply drive to, and he decided he would choose a closer location, such as Chicago. His reasoning for this is unknown but what was known is that he would never be able to turn back from this life. His ride to Chicago was quite uneventful, seeing was all he did was drive and make pit stops along the way for food and washrooms. The ride would be hours long. Bob also couldn't use his phone, as it could be tracked. There was a smell of despair lurking. He looked into the back seat of his truck. Not to his surprise, his large buy of drugs were still in the back. There were two options. Keep them, or throw them out. Conflicting. Bob couldn't turn back from the drugs now. "Fuck, I thought this would be a one time thing. I bit off more than I could chew." He lit a cigarette and started puffing. Never smoked a day in his life before this. It was surreal how quickly it had all changed, he was a happy man. Was. When he got to Chicago he knew what needed to happen.