First off, let me mention all my stories are all true maybe I myself didn't witness them first hand, but someone told me about it hence the name "I heard it through the nectarine vine".
My first story is part one of my EL Cajon Series. El Cajon is a city on the outskirts of San Diego that is never boring if you have lived their awhile. Okay so imagine you're driving along the road like you always are when all of a sudden you notice a traffic jam in front of you next to a busy intersection. Nothing major it’s usual for this time of day but as you get closer, you notice everyone avoiding the lane next to you. Finally, you see what the hold is up..........
A bum is passed out asleep right in the middle of the street. As you notice, no one is stopping to bother to help this guy out you do the good samaritan thing and stop your car in the middle of the street to avoid letting this guy getting hit by a car. You soon hear police sirens heading your way it seems someone did call the police. They are heading your way and the guy gets enough sense to wake up not say a word, walk out of the street to a bus bench and go to sleep there before the cops come. As quick, as it started its over your day in El Cajon goes on.
