Thursday, November 13, 2014

Leaving Gnashvegas

Going, going... not quite gone.

A man, a scam... Panama.

I will miss Amy.

Wanda on the sidewalk just outside my room at The Broken Spoke. Less visible, here. This is not a good part of town. Handyman goob for the motel suggested I pull her into the room, overnight. "Maybe not, but thanks for the suggestion!"

I gave the driver of this the Evil Eye out the window, as he was idling outside my room for sometime, and a box truck can fully well-conceal a Wanda, any day.

I fear not being able to find a nearby Dollar Gen for my travel needs.