They ask me, over and over, why I rammed that truck.
Maybe I should have said it was an accident. But I didn’t want to lie.
I can’t tell them what I saw in the back of that truck though: an angel. An honest-to-goodness white fluffy-winged angel, all bound up in rope.
So, I did the only thing I could think of: hit the truck.
When I did, I saw the angel break free, but more than that, I saw the devil leap out of the driver.
How do you explain to a traffic cop that you just knocked the devil out of someone?