The Hunt: A Tale of Friendship, Tokyo Drifting, and a 1967 Impala
Sam and I were driving down Old Highway 61 in our black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, on our weekly hunt. I asked Sam if we had everything we needed, to which he said, "We have everything from silver bullets to silver toothpicks." As we were riding down the road we saw something lunge at us. To avoid hitting it, I Tokyo drifted onto a dirt road as I yelled "Jesus take the wheel!" Sam yelled back "No, don't say that! He doesn't have a driver's license!" Luckily, the car stopped right before it hit a tree. As we got out of the car, Sam replied "That was close. One more inch and car could have been scratched." I pulled out my .44 Magnum, "Sweetness," and shot toward Sam. He freaked out at first, but then saw the dead werewolf that was about to attack him from behind. Sam pulled out his gun as the rest of the werewolves attacked us. After fighting for about fifteen minutes, give or take, we killed twenty-eight out of thirty and Sam was out of bullets. One of the last two charged at me, which I easily shot down, but the last jumped from the shadows and pimped slapped me, knocking Sweetness out of my hand. I yelled to Sam "Throw me Kisses!" He threw my Mossberg 500 Road Blocker pump action shotgun, "Kisses," to me. I pointed Kisses at the werewolf. As the barrel of my shotgun started to go into the werewolf's mouth I said to it, "Choke on a kiss!" as I pulled the trigger. Sam remarked as we were getting in the car, "That was the worst one liner ever. Of all time.""Well, it's better than something like suck this, when you cut that vampire's head off last week. It was also a bit overly stereotypical." "I thought it was funny. Speaking of vampires there's still sometime before dawn, do you want to raid that vampires' nest we heard about?" "Of course, as long as I drive the car." "Of course." We then drove off to the next hunt as Wayward Son by Kansas started to play on the radio.