Well, I was able to hitch a ride on the back of one of those eighteen wheeler trucks. It was nice for a while, until I saw something much better. A brand new japanese built motorcycle, being driven by some low-life thug of a guy.

That's when two things popped into my mind:
I can get a better, faster ride with that.
and
I can do my part at cleaning up this country of ours.

So I did like they do in the movies. I jumped off the back of the truck onto the guy's motorcycle as soon as I had the chance. Sure took that fellow by suprize. He immediately turned to the side of the road, off into the woods. He started fighting me a bit, using his dinky little brass knuckles and this chain that he kept on the back of his motorcycle.

Pity he wasn't wearing kevlar.

Hah, and a greater pity that I use hollow point.

Anyway, I digress.

After lifting his bike, I went riding off into the city limits. For a while, nothing happened.

Now I'm just sitting here in a shut down gas station, staring through the windows at the stars.
It's such a beautiful night in this crappy city.