I pulled out of my imagination and a misunderstood future, blinking numerous times. Raining. It was still f*****g raining. Thundering. Lightning.
The shovel occupied the Caddy’s trunk, exactly where it would stay until we used it next.
Lewis slept: snoring, dreaming, lost in in a different world.
I wondered if Lewis dreamed of a post-bombed America and salivating over a radiation-filled rat.
Sander watched queer porn on the motel’s TV: three naked dudes were doing a train on a fourth dude. Nasty porn without latex. Dirty porn with some fisting, which Sander loved. Rough s*x on the flat-screen. Moaning. Grunting. Slapping. Biting. Sander died and had gone to heaven in his porn-filled world.
I missed the stranger in room three. Dusty. That was his name. Dustin Michael Hoff, a trucker fo
