i should have stopped in Elko.  then i sure as hell wouldn't be perched here among the rocks, weeds, empty beer cans and yesterdays news, looking up at two of the greasiest road warriors i ever laid eyes upon.  But no... i couldn't have stopped in Elko, you know about me and Elko...  No, i had decided against better judgment to push on through the dimming light to Wendover, in my eyes Oz, the end of the rainbow...  i had just enough money left to strike it big and Wendover would be my bitch...  it would have to be, i didn't have money for gas to go further, $14 & change if i counted it twice.  yes, it was Wendover and me...  me and Wendover...  two peas in a pod, just like Jack and Brenda, his grimy hands now caressing her ample buttocks... 

in life, there are people you want to be your friends, people you do not want to be your friends, and people you do not want not to be your friends...  Jack and Brenda fit squarely into the last category and staying on their good side was high on my priority list. Chimney, get me outta here.  i just want to get to Oz, strike it big, fuel up and get to sammy’s pad in salt lake with a little bread left over to party down mormon-style...