He Came Out of the Fog With a Crooked Grin

His mission was simple: search and destroy my future.

Monterey California. 2010. Honeymoon

He had big horns, wiry hair, a crooked grin and was possibly sent by satan to kill me.

I didn’t see him coming. It felt like he jumped out of the dense fog right at the front windscreen.

I slammed on the brakes, swerved violently, and barely missed his nimble body.

I clutched my shrieking new wife’s hand (and she gra…