There was something calm about all this driving. He laughed a little. The reason he'd been driving for so long was a modified car. He didn't know this when he bought it, but welcomed it now. It was the reason also he doubted they could track him. Surely they saw his car, but they'd assume he'd be too far. He also drove south mostly, then turned west only when he was sure they couldn't see. So it should be double. He wished he could sort of do something like those movies. Where they send a false one, or if he was a good artist he could have drawn a fake back ground.
He changed the radio again, and then again, the road was empty and straight. He thought about trying to pee into a bottle he had, but instead he just pulled over and pissed on the side of the road. It was hot and dry, and his urine disappeared immediately forcing a puff of dust from the ground. Fuck it was hot he thought.
It looked from the signs at least that he had about 30 miles to go for a rest stop, and then he assumed another day until the coast, and then another until the north. He would shave at the next stop, he'd shave his head completely.
He changed the radio again, and then again, the road was empty and straight. He thought about trying to pee into a bottle he had, but instead he just pulled over and pissed on the side of the road. It was hot and dry, and his urine disappeared immediately forcing a puff of dust from the ground. Fuck it was hot he thought.
It looked from the signs at least that he had about 30 miles to go for a rest stop, and then he assumed another day until the coast, and then another until the north. He would shave at the next stop, he'd shave his head completely.