A long time ago, in a land not very far from here, our hero sat pensively, trying to decide what to do. Funds expended due to waiting for Petey boy to get off the death bed (having a portion of his intestines removed)left ol' Cotton in quite the predicament.
But Petey boy did get better, so with a fond farewell to friends our hero mounted his steed and set off for Virginia. It was a warm day, the South Florida sun shining down on our hero as he drove off towards the strange land.
Most of the trip was uneventful. A major accident with multiple fatalities did cause the course to alter, but our hero was not to be dissuaded. Once fate sets the path of destiny before someone, there is little that can alter it.
There are many strange things one sees when on such a journey. Take for instance that if you get gas at one gas station, and drive 10 minutes north the gas is almost always cheaper. The difference between Florida gas and Georgia gas was unbelievable. Our hero made a note to self that should ever his travels take him this way again, never fill up until after crossing the state line.
The winds of change blew towards the west so west our hero headed, destination Tennessee. Along the way a stop was made in a small North Carolina gas station. There was an odd silence that surrounded the place, a cold wind blew across the parking lot that was filled to the capacity of three...
