Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2007 14:18:16 EST From: Subject: Star
Trucker's Creed story THE STAR TRUCKER'S CREED By
Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM "B-rahhhhhh-a-
a-a-ah!" Dan belched and set down the beer, looked out the
window at the stars. Lots of stars to see, for Dan was at the
control of a spaceship. He lounged back in front of the control
console of his Galactic Shipper ship, one foot resting on the
console and the other on the floor. One hand held an ice-cold
can of Cborg beer, and the other held a cigar made from the
finest Novo Martian tobacco. New Mars was a crappy planet to
live on, but damn they raised some fine tobacco in their
northern temperate zone. Lousy for people, great for tobacco. He
took a large slug out of his beer can, finishing it, and gave a
contented belch. Truckers used to not dare drink while on the
job, they had to pull over for the night and get a motel room
and shit. Him, he could drink much as he wanted, for the ship
did all the flying for over 80% of the trip. He didn