Paying for my sins (Drive Day 13 minus 14 years)
Gun guilt ravages my intestines all through the night. The heat inside the Avion doesn’t help. Or Wipeout’s wet nuzzle inserting itself between my chin and the toilet seat as I vomit. This is not the first night I imagined.
At least I’m prepared. Meet my portable hospital, stuffed with everything from snake bite kits to antibiotics. All it needs is a cure for traveler’s paranoia.
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