Me and my Uncle
'Wait here.' Boris told his driver as he got out of his Cadillac. There was a light mist in the air as he got out in front of the 50's truck stop diner that Luis had insisted they have their meeting at. There were old gas pumps in the front that said, 'Fillin' station,' and large glass windows that looked out to the outside. He pulled out a smoke from his pack of cigarettes and lit it with a match, standing slightly to the side of the main entrance. There were two things he liked about having a driver, one, he didn't have to drive, and 2 he could drink as much as he wanted and not worry about driving. He'd learned that lesson the hard way in America, then another when he'd tried to give the cop who had pulled him over a 50 to make it all go away. They don't do that here, he thought to himself cynically, here the bribes done by the millions and billions from lobbying groups to big Politicians, however a