A Quokka Dreeds its Weird

I used to deliver the local paper in a smaller town, driving rural roads all night. The Oregonian carrier overlapped my route. He was crazy and drove like an idiot. One night we came across him, parked by the side of the road, flames shooting out of the engine compartment of his truck. The freakin' idiot was trying to rescue all of his bundles of newspapers from the truck. E.F. and a second passerby who stopped had to physically restrain him while I called 911. The entire truck was engulfed within another minute. Fire truck arrived just as gas tank exploded.