GAS STATION: BLOOD MONEY
Was it redemption? Not really, it was pathetic desperation and not much else.
50 Miles out of the Neon City, the hot air of the sun shining down on your bald head. You see in the distance something of a bad omen. You decide to stop. A crashed car, dead body, a briefcase full of cash and a gun.
You look further ahead and see an innocuous gas station. Something about it was too safe.
What was I doing, walking in there with my bad haircut and ugly shirt? If I only knew how bad this would get I’d have kept driving.
