Chapter 13
When you live in the middle of nowhere, getting someplace entails getting into a car and driving a great distance. Only petrol isn't cheap, especially when you drive a 2007 Ford Falcon. I was acutely aware that next week's paycheck would be my last. I drove downtown, hoping to find something to take my mind away from my impending eviction, but unfortunately, on Sunday, Nutyoon rolls up the sidewalks.
After driving around aimlessly until my gas gage began to dip towards empty, I decided to do something I swore I'd never do again. Go. To. Church. Two pretty little white church steeples glowered majestically at one another from opposite ends of town, each in a jealous competition to save the most souls. I sweltered in the heat until finally my pragmatic streak took over. It was e
