Just woke up in a small town, with a history. Well, doesn't every small town have some history? People coming and going, mostly. Well here we are. Stuffed with pizza, playing my own lyrical version of Ziggy Stardust for the motel attendant while he replaces our bedroom coffee pot. And I killed the mosquito that's been chewing on me all night. My hair is in the air, and I just don't care. I love the the road. And the adventures to behold. Like missing shifter levers, and dropping knives on highways. As the futures unfold, unique to the explorer, the wearer of stories, enjoy each and every moment, cause each bend, holds a treasure to be found.
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