Something tried carrying me away in my sleep. I heard it say they got some money out there and they're giving it away.
It said, "We're goin' out west" in a voice of rolling gravel, thick with cigarette smoke and rum. It made me pack my camera and nothing else, then it hit me over the head with its .45 and stuffed me into the trunk of it's Olds 88'. I have no idea how this is going to play out, but I hope it lets me drive....