At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was

Florida for obvious reasons. I mean, who wouldn’t want to live on the beach, or right outside of Disney?

As we continued speculating how best to turn our dreams into a reality, our friend Josh arrived in his dad’s old pickup.

“Hey! You’ll never guess what happened today…” I started, but when I finally took a look at him, his whitened face shattered my excitement. “Wh-what’s wrong?”

Jessie started fiddling with her necklace nervously. “Josh?”

He tried to speak, but instead, handed us a crumpled up piece of newspaper. Reading through the article was like coming to the realization you were trapped in a Stephen King novel [which, we kinda were already…]

“That’s not oil…” Josh’s eyes were widened with pure terror.

“It’s…” I began, but I couldn’t say it.

“No.” Jessie laughed. “They’re just trying to pull one over on us. It’s Area 51 all over again!”

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” I spat. Jessie recoiled and Josh winced slightly. “…I’m sorry…it’s just…can we ever catch a break??”

Neither of them answered.

“I’ve already made arrangements with Two.” Josh said, defeated.

I narrowed my eyes. “How does he already…nevermind.” This really sucked. Goodbye, Florida…back to the drawing board.

“I’ll drive…” Jessie offered irritably.

“I don’t mind.” Josh said.

“You’ve been on the road all day. You need your rest.” I threw our bags in the passenger seat of the truck, then we were on the road again…

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