it was raining on jocko’s grave.
x-8765397 was standing over it.
he had taken exit 11 to get to get to the graveyard.
a voice emerged from the clouds.
soon it will be night, the voice said.
get back on the highway.
i would hate to see everything we have done so far come to naught.
you left something in the car , the voice continued, any bum or police officer could come along and find it.
i have had my day, x-8765397 replied.
now i am a prisoner of the night.
i want to start a new life.
soon it will be night, the voice repeated authoritatively.
the car was a blue 2012 ford focus
x-8765397 hated the car.
he wanted to leave it on the highway and start hitchhiking.
he had loved mountain climbing back in the day.
x-8765397 turned and walked away, back toward the car.
through the rain.
what a life, he thought despondently.
the voice went back into the cloud.
the cloud followed zero man back to the road.
the rain was still there.
but the car was gone.
find it, the voice commanded.
i have already found it. a million times. and it always gets stolen.
find it again.
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