"Sam, do you really think we should trust you on where this hospital is?" Gena said to Sam, and memories of the last trip came to my mind.

Like me wanting to pull over the car on the freeway and yell at Sam to get the fuck out.

"Okay, fine, don't trust me."

I sighed. "Where should I go?"

Tim was quiet in the back seat and Brian was singing to a song like he usually does as I drove Gena's car, having to remind myself every once in a while that you gotta step on her brakes really hard for the car to stop.

"Okay, turn left here."

We turned onto a street and I realized I was in the lane where there were all pot holes.

Sam. "Yeah, you should probably move over to the next lane, this lane has all these potholes."

I nod. "Okay."

BUMP!

I blinked as I saw Gena's hubcap roll across the three lane street through the rear view mirror and I turned to see it better.

"Oh, my God!"

All five of us laughed.

And then:

"Oh, shit!" I looked and saw that Sam had ashed on himself from his Black & Mild, burning a hole in his pants.

We were all laughing harder.

Gena. "You guys, I only have two hubcaps now."

Sam. "I have a hole in my pants! Ow! Fuck!"

I laughed harder.

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