Killer on the Road

Traffic deaths in KC are up 88 percent. Lately, it seems like Death is stalking the violent streets and the bloody roads of KC.

Gas prices be damned, I like to drive at night. I never pick up hitchhikers but Death never turns away company. It was raining and I thought he could use a lift.

Death: Thanks for stopping.
Tony: No problem. It's really coming down out there.
Death: Yeah. Lots of people to see tonight.
Tony: I guess you don't get much of a vacation.
Death: All work and no play . . .
Tony: Hey, no need to get so morbid.
Death: Sorry, occupational hazard. You always up so late? You know that's a good way to run into me. Don't worry, not here for you tonight. I've got a full schedule, lots of people to meet. I see all kinds. Lots of good folks and a few bad ones. But they're all just people. From kids to grandfathers I've met a lot of folks. Lots of young ones lately. Gun toting, drug dealing young men that seem like they're out looking for me. A few I meet by accident. You never know who you'll meet driving down the highway or just crossing the street. Funny, it's always a surprise. Turn left here, past the convenience store. You eat there enough Tony and we'll run into each other again soon than you think. Here's my stop. Thanks for the lift.
Tony: You take it easy, man.
Death: It's easier than you think.