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I drove the rental car down a dirt road into the middle of the desert. I wasn’t convinced that I was going in the right direction, but the car GPS system insisted this was where I should be and I had no where else to go, so I just kept driving.
Finally, after driving for what must have been hours I saw a shack in the distance and was instructed by the GPS system that I was approaching my destination. I slowed the car down and eventually stopped in front of what looked like an abandoned gas station with a very old and very small house sitting to the side of it. The house
was surrounded by an unpainted, five foot tall fence and plastered with “No Trespassing” signs.
I sat in the car thinking that I had wasted the entire day because this place looked like it had seen no signs of life for years. I was about to drive off when I realized that someone was standing in the window of the gas station watching me. I leaned forward get a closer look and to make sure I wasn’t just imagining things. I didn’t see anything else so I decided that my mind had just gotten the best of me.
I decided to get out of the car long enough to stretch my legs before making the long drive back into town. I walked around the car a few times stretching and just as I reached down to touch my toes I heard something from inside the building. I straightened up and quickly turned to face the abandoned gas station. Before I could decide if I was hallucinating or not, the door to the building swung open and a large man stepped out pointing a rifle at my rental car and then at me.
“We ain’t got no gas around here, so you better just keep moving.”
I stood frozen in place, staring at a very large man wearing overalls with only one strap buckled and no shirt. His hair was long and hung in a ponytail down his back.
He didn’t smile or say anything else as he continued to point the rifle at me, so I was surprised to hear myself ask, “Ryan, is that you?”.