travelin’ with Mama. nice to have company and be in a car and actually be doin’ something.
by the way, speakin’ of having something to do, if anybody ever needs a repair job on a raygun hit me up? I’m not the best ever at it or anythin’ but I’ve patched my own up well enough a few times. also I can cook but there’s not too much anyone I’ve met can do with Power Pup so that’s not too much use anymore less we get real lucky.
LG, PR, Scarecrow, we’re on our way.
all you other crash queens- keep your heads up and your masks on.
December 22. 2:42 AM.
I was digging around earlier today… er, yesterday. Found some cans of real food. Canned vegetables and shit. Green beans, corn… There are soups too, but I wouldn’t trust the chicken noodle or the cream of whatevers, or the cans of tuna. All of this shit’s expired, and the only thing that would probably still be somewhat edible is anything grown from the ground, y’know? I don’t know who kept all of this buried, and I don’t know how I was lucky enough to come upon it, but thank fuck I did. There’s at least fifty cans here, and that’s just what I’ve dug up so far. It’s a Christmas miracle - real food! We’ll feast.