I Walk Between the Raindrops

by T.C. Boyle

Ridz isn’t going to take you directly to Warren’s house or the skate park or whatever destination you tell it because it’s programmed to take you first to the Apple store or GameStop or wherever you might have spent money in the past. So it isn’t really free—and you have to plan for the extra time to listen to the spiel and say no about sixty times, but then, eventually, you get where you want to go.

Thanks for the warning -RidZ xnay.

Riley got up and refreshed his drink. “So what do you want from me anyway?” he asked, easing back into the chair that fit him like an upholstered coffin, the chair in which he did his reading at night, and his drinking too.

Mary just quit without saying a word and moved in with Donald and cut me out of her life. I didn’t understand why back then, and I don’t understand now.

They do dat.