081413 #worm Jelse kills the engine. He used to have a good life. He slumps in the sudden silence of the cab of his pickup, absently wondering if the son of a bitch will start up again. Maybe it's really getting old after all. Jelse sure as hell is. He'd rather accept that, than the inevitable demise of his most trusted, four-wheeled friend. His dirty-gloved hands still rest on the old, boat-wide steering wheel. Tiny flakes flail silently against the windshield, melting into street-light refraction. Whores! he shouts with something like cheer. Whores!