Roadtrip from HELL

Every bit of this is true and happened to a couple friends and I.

I grew up playing pool and going out of town for the weekend to play a tournament was common. My friends and I were in our early twenties and on a tight budget so we decide to carpool and share a hotel room at the next tournament. We even found a fourth guy, Burt, to ride along.

I had only met Burt once prior. He was a huge redneck with a wandering eye. Intimidating and drunk might best describe him. On the 3 hour ride to the tournament, Burt was already drunk and talking crazy shit about his wife. Apparently they were going through a divorce and he was not happy about it. He eventually starts describing this fight where he has her on the floor with his foot on her neck. He is vividly describing choking his wife to people he barely knows. WTF?

So anyhow, we all make it back home from the tournament and the following Monday I get a call. It’s the cops! Holy shit. They asked me the strangest questions about Burt. “Did he have mud on his shoes?” “Did he mention his wife?” “What was his demeanor like?” WTF?!?!

Weeks later I would find out what really happened. Burt murdered his wife that Thursday night. The next afternoon, he gets in my car for a road trip. That fight he described in the car wasn’t just some fight, that was the murder. I went on a road trip and shared a hotel room with this guy.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT