The car growled and shook as it idled in the Amtrak parking lot.  I sat in the passenger seat and turned my camera around in my hands, absent mindedly.
      “Hey put that away before dude gets here, man.” the driver said
     “What?”
    “The camera, I’m sure that will make him nervous.”
    “Yeah, okay, just let me get this shot.”
    I leaned my hand holding the camera out the window and took a quick shot of the wheel, with the sun reflecting in the hub cap.
     “What are you doing anyway.”
    “trying to get a few pictures to put in with my posters…kind of, I don’t know, its just an idea I had for that art show at the glove factory.”
     “So, you are going to be in that, then?”
     “Yeah, the PA got me in.  How much are we getting?”
     “A half pound, a QP to sell and a QP for personal use and friends and shit.”
     “How much do you think we can make off of this?”
     “How in the fuck should I know?  I’ve never got this much before.  Have you?”
    “No, are you nervous?  You look nervous.”
    “Yep, but we got to pay the rent, man.”
    “How far behind on the rent are we?”
    “Far enough brother, far enough.  Just one more thing, dude, you know its like I don’t know, man I’m just so stressed.  I can’t take it, its like I’m in hell, right.  Like I am dead and I’m in hell now and when I sleep I dream of what it used to be like to be alive.”
    “That right there is fuckin’ depressing, you need to get laid or something.”
    “You’re telling me.”
    “When the hell is this dude getting here, shit, I keep hearing sirens.  The frickin’ cops are gonna show up and we are screwed, I know it.”
    “Just don’t be a pussy, we are gonna be cool.”
    “Whew, yeah but anyway, I am gonna be in that show yeah, I hope it goes well.”
    “It will or it won’t, who knows.”
     The driver wipes his forehead and rubs the dust off the dash with his hand, looks over his shoulder and shutters.
     “What? What is your deal?  What are you looking at?”
     “Nothing, fucker, I’m just nervous.  You know what it is hard to be a human.”
     “How do you mean?”
     “Its like I feel like I aint even a human being, just a model of one.  Like I am made out of construction paper and stiff wire, like a science fair solar system model and as soon as I get close to something, the whole thing turn and I am just as far away as ever.  This little scheme had better work out man.”
     “Damn you are philosophical today, huh?  It will work.  I mean It has to, right, we got no other choice.  And this was your idea.  I would never have done this on my own, you know I don’t have the nads for crime.”
     “You ain’t got the nads for shit.  Hey wait, man, here he comes, put the camera away.”
     “Yeah, yeah, okay…you got the money?”
     “Yep, right here in my front pocket.”
     “Get it out, so this gets done quickly.  I really don’t want to be here any longer than we have to.”
     “I will get it out after I see the shit and not till, so just sit back and don’t stress, okay.”
     “Right.”