A mostly true story of why I am no longer allowed into our neighbor to the north.
“You guys are crazy. Seriously, you guys are crazy” Sarah said from the backseat of the pickup truck.
I laughed and looked over at Merton Daniels sitting in the passenger seat next to me. He had a wide smile on his face. “Of course we are” I said, “That’s what makes us fun right?” Then I glanced in the rearview mirror to see Paul’s reaction. He was barely visible hunched down in the backseat of the truck but I could see there wasn’t much of one.
“We can’t go to Canada, it’s a Sunday”, Sarah said.
“Why not?”. Merton countered, and then I chipped in, “It will be fun, think of all the stories we can tell”
“Well I don’t know” Sarah said then added the motto of the night- you guys are crazy. Only this time her voice sounded with disbelief of the fact that she was actually considering it. Merton and myself had known Sarah for about a year, and we knew she was as crazy as us, if not more so. “Only if Paul goes.” she said.
Merton and I both look back at Paul with devilish grins on our faces “well…..”
“I don’t care, I’m down for whatever” came the reply from the back. Paul knew better than to argue with Merton and I, he had known us long enough. Once we set our mind on something we could out rationalize anyone who would spoil our plans.
So this is how our trip began. Heading north of Utica, NY at about 11pm on a Sunday night. Just an hour ago the four of us were in Herkimer at Paul’s house, so bored we were about to start banging our heads into the walls. That was when Sarah asked us to take her to a haunted cemetery that Merton and I used to go to for fun. She let me take the wheel of her mom’s red 1998 dodge Dakota. A beautiful truck that drives very nicely I might add. The cemetery was north of Utica, and it was on our way there that Merton had his flash of brilliance when he half jokingly said lets go to Canada. I immediately started instigating, and now we were on our way to our friendly neighbor of the north.
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