Black smoke doesn't mean its broke read a truck sticker decal on its tinted glass back side window. Two large chrome pipes shot out blackened smoke filling the spring air of 1975 in the middle of Indiana.
Another sunny day in traffic, waiting to park car and use a public bathroom anywhere. The baby strollers and joggers filled Sunday morning up with mundane colors. Texts from his friends and family kept his phone buzzing.
Time to fill the gas tank up already Tod Bands scowled to himself and grab lunch.
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