Mike Pearson's Adventures on a Pale Blue Dot

Not a Good Day to be Dead The rain squall ran itself out about midmorning. The sun pushed through the clouds and brought really pleasant and welcome warmth. The trees dripped and the mud on the back roads of Beetlebottom were steaming as the ground warmed up. Lanky Pete was walking on one of those back roads. Hands in pockets. Head down, just trying to stay invisible and out of the way. Lanky was starting to feel the burns on his legs again. The stitches and bandages on the cuts from broken glass felt tight and itchy. Lanky popped two more magic white pills from his stolen bottle. He didn't realize it, but he took those little white morphine tablets about 4 hours before he should have. Just out of habit, Slim Jim gravitated towards the same Beetlebottom backroads as Lanky. The whole point, was to avoid Monty, the principal, and for sure, the sheriff…plus..their own homes and parents. Slim saw Lanky first. He was up ahead on the backroad.  Lanky was just standing there, facing the s...