Bread Pudding and a Cup of Coffee

I made it to Sicily Island around 8. Believe me, if you’ve never been there, it’s not at all like it sounds. Hell, it’s not even an island. This was the best place I could think of to buy a lottery ticket for the $365 million jackpot Saturday. It's the perfect Podunk town that would sell the winning ticket, you’d think, and to grab a few more beers before I reached Jacob’s house a little less than an hour away.

At the last turn before my friend's driveway, I could not make it any longer. The need to pull over and get out of the truck was upon me. I knew the house couldn't be much further, but I stopped and turned the lights off any way. Across the lake to my left were beautiful houses lit only by the lights inside and behind to the right was another. In my immediate vicinity was darkness, the rumble and slight sputter of my engine and the sound of water gushing on asphalt. I must have painted a half circle in that spot from looking left and right to make sure no one was coming. A flip and a shake later, I was opening another sixer with my old friend Jacob and his family.