The week the First: Part the A

The week the First: Part the A

Judas, the bag of chips looked down the road and shivered from the chill in the air.  Biel-Nar was taking a nap in the little bus station.  The bus was running a little late, according to the plump, round man who sat behind the ticket counter.  He was looking at a Maxim magazine, and it was obvious by the greasy smile on him face that he had nothing but the pictures of scantily clad fantasy women in mind as he turned the pages.

Judas, the bag of chips, had a sinking feeling that his little pilgrimage would be of no use.  But he had to try.  Having left only a few days before, he didn't want to feel anything like regret just yet.  Though he did miss the luxury of breakfast on the couch and porn late at night on the computer. 

"Hey," Biel-Nar said as he groggily walked from the bus station.  "It's chilly out here."

"Yeah," Judas, the bag of chips, agreed.  "The bus is late."

"Where are we off to next," Biel-Nar wondered.

"I figure, since we're already heading towards the coast, might as well head to the beech."

"Ugh, Jersey?" Biel-Nar asked.  "Really?"

"Sure, why not?" Judas, the bag of chips, said.  He smiled and looked up.  "Where else we gonna go?"