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I think someone scored two lines in the back of my throat with a hot soldering iron or something on that first night in Arkansas. I don't think I ever got raped as much in a day as I did today.
That first incident at Walmart was purposefully egregious so as to call attention away from my car when the brakes were being greased. I pulled off the highway as soon as I got on after leaving Walmart to make a post. My brakes were fucked up and I was skidding turning onto the exit. When I got back on the highway, there was miles of traffic backed up from some accident which would have happened around the time I started to daydream at 90mph if I hadn't exited to report the rape.
