[Texas is a big damn state, but they're making good time, he thinks. The road mostly has held up, and that's the important part. With few stops and little to slow them down, it hasn't quite even hit eight pm when Chrissy asks to stop.]
Yeah, that's fine. I wouldn't mind a pit stop anyway. Get some real food in. Let's see, where the hell are we, anyway? Feels like it's been desert for years.
[Their path turned hypnotic and monotonous at some point in the last few hours, that's for sure, and now they're in some really desolate stretch of Texas where there's little more living here than cows and all kinds of strange, spiky desert plants that aren't cool like cacti are. As he slows down, he tries to take stock of the town that lies just ahead now that they're approaching something vaguely like civilization. There's some dinky airport or factory or something with big lights, and a whole lot of shuttered buildings and dated hotels as they roll through on in to town. Even the border patrol building up ahead looks like it's closed down for the night, as if that's the kind of thing that should operate on regular business hours.]
Slow night for la migra, I guess. Hey, there's a light on over there, though.
[Some tiny little restaurant that has a closed sign hung in the window - but a light in the back. Someone probably lives there and cooks out of it during the day. Fuck it, they've gotta have food they can raid if nothing else.]
Miss Toni's. Guess we could knock on the door, see if Miss Toni here is the type to take pity on travelers. Otherwise I'm breakin' in to the McDonald's up there an' we can take over their kitchen.
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Yeah, that's fine. I wouldn't mind a pit stop anyway. Get some real food in. Let's see, where the hell are we, anyway? Feels like it's been desert for years.
[Their path turned hypnotic and monotonous at some point in the last few hours, that's for sure, and now they're in some really desolate stretch of Texas where there's little more living here than cows and all kinds of strange, spiky desert plants that aren't cool like cacti are. As he slows down, he tries to take stock of the town that lies just ahead now that they're approaching something vaguely like civilization. There's some dinky airport or factory or something with big lights, and a whole lot of shuttered buildings and dated hotels as they roll through on in to town. Even the border patrol building up ahead looks like it's closed down for the night, as if that's the kind of thing that should operate on regular business hours.]
Slow night for la migra, I guess. Hey, there's a light on over there, though.
[Some tiny little restaurant that has a closed sign hung in the window - but a light in the back. Someone probably lives there and cooks out of it during the day. Fuck it, they've gotta have food they can raid if nothing else.]
Miss Toni's. Guess we could knock on the door, see if Miss Toni here is the type to take pity on travelers. Otherwise I'm breakin' in to the McDonald's up there an' we can take over their kitchen.