His Uncle had told him last time there were together, that people weren't bored anymore.

"You all, you're really not bored anymore." His uncle said.

"Like look around, phone phone tv phone. Can't you just stare into space. Can't you just do something else?"

He looked around the bar, they had started coming...

Maybe thats why he didn't stay in the small town. He was always thinking about something off in the distance. A sort of space that doesn't exist. The news from somewhere else filled his time, and talking to people online made it feel like a real place. Maybe he didn't...

Jack's tavern mostly took care of locals. A teacher or a contractor people leaving work people going. First shift or second it was open. You'd only see people on third if they got let out early. 

Thats why it was weird it was Uncle Chip's favorite bar. He was well...

“His wife said he just left. Just like that. Apparently also you should know this isn’t the first one I’ve heard of here.”

“What do you mean?” 

“You know that couple the video gamers they bought all those things from the store a little while ago. Said they were building they’re...

He viewed his trip more and more like an archer pulling a bow back. The longer he was out here, the more force the arrow would go the other way. But which way he didn't really know. There wasn't a guide he thought, there weren't really bumpers. 

He couldn't go...

He wished in his hindsight that he had a more active hobby. He could feel his back now even from driving. It had been about three days and he was wrecked. The last day even now he started taking ibuprofen and the pain now was defeating it. He had had...

He now drove north on a coastal highway. He made sure he passed through small towns. But he guessed there was no way to know if he wasn't being tracked. 

He was scanning the radio, he was tired, had been driving for too long, now just flicking through the channels...

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...

“I wanna know what’s your fantasy.” Played though his speakers as he drove. For some reason this radio station was playing Ludacris and his old songs. This was probably the last time he really listened to Ludacris. But he liked that about the radio, that some times it would play...

The digits if he reversed them did lead to a place. 

He put them in his phone, and it was in California. Some place on the coast. A hotel. He liked the idea of driving there. There was nothing else to do. He felt like a piece of dust lost...