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Alright I can deal with kleptomaniac ravens and flooded highways. No problem.
Getting ripped off at the border ‘cause of a souvenir? No offense taken.
Losing matrix connection and home support ’cause Glitzy is now a fucking satellite terrorist? Well, I guess that happens all the time to a lot of people.
I even don’t mind too much when wannabe go-gangers try to ruin our day, almost kill Jet and shoot me nine times.
Yes, nine times.
If there’s any state where I can marry my armor, I swear to all spirits, I will.
But…it’s actually pretty humbling to reflect on one’s mortality… So, no hard feelings.
I’m only starting to question Karma’s intentions and good taste when friggin’ tornadoes start throwing fully grown trees through our windshield and wild furry cows, aka buffaloes, aggressively try to make out with our RV.
Being a follower of the athlete’s way and a survivor at heart I’m used to tough rides and I think you got by now that I enjoy challenges.
But Spirits, this whole trip feels like juggling chainsaws… while on fire.
Buuuut….Despite all the whining, we’re okay.
We juryrigged a new system for the RV after the storm wrecked the old one.
He’s called Bob, got a nice spray-painted face and is a patchwork abomination salvaged from our trideo and some freeware programs.
At least we managed to limp to the next town to get a replacement car.
Our insurance will love us for this.
To kill some time the gang wants to go visit Six Flags, some kinda amusement park.
I have a bad, bad feeling about this…