"Somehow, somewhere, some day, things will get better. At least that is what we all tell ourselves." Robert B.Lost, Outlaw Rider and Sometimes Doer of Good Deeds.
The Date: some other one than a moment ago
The Place: Middle of No Where, past the last Outlaw, into the deepest forgotten places
The Scene: a lonely gas station, rest stop, diner with several off-road vehicles, multiple rusted out Dodge Tacoma pickup trucks, along with several semis hauling ag products in the parking lot. The sun bakes down, dust devils swirl down the cracking asphalt leading both east and west.
The sign on the highway states last gas for 500 miles.