Where the wild things are

junkyard car Nash Rambler

“This is an exceptionally noisome trash pit,” holding a clean bandana over her nose and mouth, Hannah tiptoed through the junkyard, careful to not touch any of the rusting hunks. “I’m fairly certain this is illegal. You know, another arrest and it’ll be jail time for you.” Laughing at her discomfort, I rummaged through the … Continue reading Where the wild things are