People tend to visualize this when they think of a country gas station.
Not the way it is, at least not here in the Barrens, where rack and ruin is taken for granted. What I found for cheap when I came here years ago, seeking privacy and a low profile.
This is Johnny’s Last Chance Garage
There was no living space in the garage. Why I had to shell out some scarce cash for living space that could be hauled in.
Quite homey inside though, don’t you think?
I fixed it up some and made other improvements around the place. It’s possible I will die here. Then the Barrens will reassert control, as they always do.
After me, the green-luge. Tired of hearing bureaucrats talk to me about "green." I live with the damn color every day. Dying here is no big deal. Lots of people have.
But I still have a keyboard and maybe a few more things to say as I watch sunrises and sunsets wheel overhead.
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