My thumb had been stuck out for what felt like forever, as the sun etched future furrows into my virgin neck, unused to life out West, and sweathead had turned my coif into string theories. Just as I was about to give up and concede defeat to the endless highway, a beat-up, filthy, yellow El Camino from the 1970s sputtered to a stop on the shoulder.
Neon Oasis
Neon Oasis
Neon Oasis
My thumb had been stuck out for what felt like forever, as the sun etched future furrows into my virgin neck, unused to life out West, and sweathead had turned my coif into string theories. Just as I was about to give up and concede defeat to the endless highway, a beat-up, filthy, yellow El Camino from the 1970s sputtered to a stop on the shoulder.