His lungs were painfully dry, caked with the dust of a thousand lonely miles on the road. A hot shower, hell, even a cold shower, would really hit the spot right now. But there wasn't time. There was never time in this life, running from the law and everything you once loved. There was the world before this, of course - a world where the cops hadn't burst in and killed his wife, his kids. A world before...
THE RANDYGADE.
This is your second open thread. Enjoy it while you can, because those flashing lights are always nipping at the heels of your soul.