Down that Weary road you go


You lose everything so why stay in this town? With your thumb out you move along. Always cold, hungry and tired. A few narrow brushes with death from being picked up by drunks and psychos. Somewhere in Nebraska you catch pneumonia. You are so weak and sick that right now you are laying in a cold ditch unable to go on.

  1. A black hearse pulls up
  2. 24 hours pass and no one stops to help