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white.  We definitely made an odd couple. But the differences went deeper than appearance. I worried about doing things I knew were wrong and then worried about getting in trouble for doing things I knew were wrong.  But   Joey did not care about anything except doing what he wanted to do
    Most of us have a voice inside telling us something we are doing or thinking about doing is wrong.  Whether you choose to call the voice a conscience, a higher power, or messages from aliens, most of us pause to think about what  the voice is saying. I say most people, but Joey was not like most people. Either the voice was not there, or he managed to completely ignore it.  I am not sure which it was.  It does not matter.  What matters is Joey never even hesitated.  When he felt like doing something, he just did it.  Of course, so far today the things he had felt like doing had resulted in three corpses, and the day was still young.
    We wasted no time crossing the empty lot at the back of the store. By the time we got to the car parked on the other side, I had pretty much resigned myself to going along for the ride.  Going along for the ride was exactly what I had always done.
    Of course, it was not as if a whole load of other options were available to me at that point. I do wonder about it though. If I had known how weird and messed up things were going to get, would I have gone along with Joey and Louis Stoaffer?  But it doesn’t do any good to think about “what-ifs”.  Like they say “you can’t change the past”. 
    The thing that matters is I got into the car. 
    It was a big old light blue Lincoln Continental with white interior and suicide doors.  We had swiped the car out of a church parking lot the previous afternoon. The license plates we put on the Lincoln came from a little car in a shopping mall. 
    Joey opened the rear door on the passenger side and the old guy slid inside. He looked at me and grinned before sliding inside next to him. 
    That left me to drive.  I had no problems with driving, but the idea of having a crazy old man sitting behind me was not exactly pleasant.   
    “Where to?”  I asked as I glanced into the rearview mirror. Joey was looking out the window like he was checking to be sure no one was following us. That certainly made good sense. 
    What didn’t make sense was the look of absolute delight as Louis Stoaffer looked straight at me in the mirror and said, “Oh, we should go to the beach!” 
    Joey’s head spun away from the window to glare at the old man.  Stoaffer had calmed down quite a bit from the shaky speed freak I had seen a few minutes before.  Still, there was something not normal, not natural.  I could not quite put my finger on it.  All I was sure about was that the old guy made me feel really nervous.
    “First, just get us away from here.”  Joey said without taking his eyes from Louis Stoaffer. “Then as we’re goin’, we can figger out if this old man’s body is gonna be thrown out along the road.”
    The store was not far from the highway which was why we had picked it.  It was very convenient.  Joey looked out the window in all directions to be sure we were making a clean getaway.  We were on the highway headed north before anyone said anything else. 
    “Okay, old man, I want to-” Joey began before being interrupted.
    “Louis Stoaffer.  That’s my name.”  The old man reintroduced himself with some pleasure as if meeting new friends.  “If we are going to be spending time together, I think we should know each other’s names.” 
    He looked toward Joey expecting some sort of introduction.  The response he got didn’t quite seem to be the one he had been expecting. 
    “Fuck you, Louis Stoaffer!”  Joey immediately showed why he was a role model for psychopaths everywhere.  “We ain’t gonna be buddies, and we ain’t gonna be spendin’ time together.  Jus’ tell us what you were talkin’ about in the store, and