Chapter IV: A New Hope
In California, they’re calling for an “atmospheric river”, but just between us, it’s a once-in-a-decade shitstorm of rain...
In California, they’re calling for an “atmospheric river”, but just between us, it’s a once-in-a-decade shitstorm of rain...
“Why are you holding your head like that?” I’m afraid when I take my hands away my head’s going to split in two like a...
The Greyhound ads didn’t look so bad. Free wi-fi. TVs. I can watch the Eagles game. “Um, ever ride a Greyhound?” Camping Kitty...
Outside my cabin in the Santa Monica Mountains, I pace around the Sycamore tree. It sheds its leaves in the autumn sun and I crackle along...
“You know that bus we both liked?” I ask Kitty. “It’s in Scottsdale. Thinking of driving out to look–”...
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