You cannot stand to be on probation again. You don't want the loan shark catching up with you and breaking a finger, or worse. So you just take off late at night. You "borrow" your friend's truck and drive it out of town. You abandon the truck when the gas runs out and you use your last change to call you cousin up and tell him where you left it. Hanging up the phone while he is still cussing you out and walking on. Two and a half days of walking. A couple thumbed rides and you are here on the edge of Bubbling Vomit Land . The bridge is up. The most often repaired bridge known to modern man. The burning moat of puke that surrounds this place corrodes the bridges until they collapse into the moat. You cross over the bridge with your shirt up over your nose to filter out as much of the acrid scent of burning vomit as you can.