I need a road trip so bad. Sailing down the highway in my old truck to a destination unknown. Locking my house down, the hell with everything else.

I really have nothing stopping me. Plenty of cash on my cards and in my wallet. I got my clothes clean, my bathroom is clean and smelling good, my floors swept, for what it's worth.

This house is ready to be left, and to be come back to, when I choose.

I have a short muzzle shotgun sitting behind my door. She was recently serviced to the hilt by our local gun shop, purring like a kitten now, fully loaded, shell in the chamber with the safety off. I have nobody to ride with me, so I'll just take her.

Fuck everything, let's go! What do I have to lose?