Jill's Tetro

Just see his feet down. I just see his feet. The man could see him any second. Jills looked at the door, at the pacing feet, at his truck, his mind worrying.

Maybe he was in shock or had a concussion or was just stun gun silly. Whatever the reason, Jill Cetro became fixated on getting to his prized truck, a black Ford Ranger, parked right on that gravel driveway outside the garage where Jill's had just fought for his life.

Maybe he was in shock or had a concussion or was just stun gun silly. Whatever the reason, Jill Cetro became fixated on getting to his prized truck, a black Ford Ranger, parked right on that gravel driveway outside the garage where Jill's had just fought for his life.

Maybe he was in shock or had a concussion or was just stun gun silly. Whatever the reason, Jill Cetro became fixated on getting to his prized truck, a black Ford Ranger, parked right on that gravel driveway outside the garage where Jill's had just fought for his life.

So willing himself into silence, Jills tiptoed across the crunchy gravel driveway. The masked man just a few feet away on the other side of that partially opened garage door.

So willing himself into silence, Jills tiptoed across the crunchy gravel driveway. The masked man just a few feet away on the other side of that partially opened garage door.

So willing himself into silence, Jills tiptoed across the crunchy gravel driveway. The masked man just a few feet away on the other side of that partially opened garage door.

And I took off. You put that car into drive and tore down that alleyway. What was it like?

And I took off. You put that car into drive and tore down that alleyway. What was it like?

And I took off. You put that car into drive and tore down that alleyway. What was it like?

Must have been shaky.

Must have been shaky.

Must have been shaky.

And Jill's began to feel woozy, sick to his stomach.

And Jill's began to feel woozy, sick to his stomach.

And Jill's began to feel woozy, sick to his stomach.

So Joe's pulled over, drank some water. Maybe he wasn't out of trouble after all.

So Joe's pulled over, drank some water. Maybe he wasn't out of trouble after all.

So Joe's pulled over, drank some water. Maybe he wasn't out of trouble after all.

So I rest a little bit. But not for long. A few minutes later, Jills willed himself back onto the road, forced himself to drive home, where he stood, barely comprehending, in front of a mirror. I'm like, wow.