The story of my tow-truck driver spilled out in slow bits, then big, remarkable ones
On Friday night, as darkness fell early my car broke down — and that’s how I met Carlos, who came to give me a tow, courtesy of AAA.
Carlos had tattoos all the way up to his chin and some kind of attitude. He’s the kind of person I rarely get to meet, or get to know. But there we were – he had to tow my car all the way from Ventura to Santa Monica (long story, but don’t ever back up your Audi over a curb because the front of the car might come off), long enough for his story to spill out of him in slow bits, and then big, remarkable ones.