the smuggler’s bible


Gage grabs the cart’s steel handles and begins slowly to nudge it uphill. He tries to keep the load balanced on the incline, navigating only by feel.

It isn’t technically legal for him to use the sidewalk, but the street is a death sentence. Last week some kid bombed the hill on a skateboard and flattened himself on the cart. Gage can’t take another hit like that—just can’t. So he pushes and prays.

The climb to the top will test a man. But, glory and hallelujah, the people are willing to buy some hot dogs when you get there.