Part II: What a comedian really needs

There I was – Chicago bound on a long dark road through Illinois.  There was corn on my left.  There was corn on my right.  The only lights came from the faint glow of my GPS and the occasional passing car.  I checked the back seat – Jack was still there. Of course. It’s hard to break out of a truck without someone noticing.  His head bobbed up and down as he tried to sleep (and I’m pretty sure my erratic driving didn’t help either).  I checked my rear view mirror and saw my stolen shrubbery safely tucked in the bed. Ben sat beside me, and we kept trying to figure out what we were doing and what we were doing when we got there.