The desert is a ruthless and unforgiving place...
After walking East for three days, he looked into the horizon and saw a gas station. An old shack with a bar. In the parking lot, just one car, a green Grand Cherokee 4.0. He approached it and thought about steeling it so he reached for the door. It was open.
- Shit it's got no gas...
So he headed for the bar, walked in and with the blank stares of the customers directed to him, he approached the counter as the bartender said:
- So, what will it be?
He took the star out of his pocket, and thought:
- Rather go hungry then sell this, and placed it back in his pocket. Reached for the Walkman and threw it on the table.
- I want a pack of Camel, a double jack and something to bite.
- I like your Ipod, but it ain't worth shit...
- Don't make me break your nose on this counter!
- Look pal I don't want any problems, so just get the fuck out of my bar!
From across the counter a voice shouted:
- Malcom, just give the man what he wants, it's on me.
After a couple of minutes, he took a bite of a rock bread, took a sip off the Jack Daniel's and lit a cigarette.
- Ahh, Earth, full of sins...
After smoking the Camel, squashed it under his boots and headed for the guy who had paid his first decent meal on Earth.
- So, your name must be Samaritan, Good Samaritan...
- No, it's actually Paul, Paul MeXico. And yours is?
- Where is this place?
- We are in the outskirts of Calexico, Arizona.
- Great! Thanks for the meal. I'd better be going...
He turned his back to Paul and started walking towards the door.
- I've seen other starts like your one... Do I have your attention now?
He turned back and they spoke for some time, when:
- So you need a ride to Calexico, I'm going there now, do you want a ride?
- Hell, it's better than walking, thanks.
A few drops of whiskey spilled over the counter as he threw his glass on the counter. Meanwhile, Paul threw some dollars over the plates. As they walked past the bartender, he pointed at him and said:
- Better work on that bread production fatso...
Outside, Paul started the Grand and filled it up with petrol.
- Your car is leaking oil, there is a huge puddle where the car was parked...
- It's not leaking, it's bleeding...
- You are a weirdo man!
- Hey, do you want a ride or not? Because if you don't, you can continue your journey, if you want, then get into the fucking car and stop asking questions.
Paul paid the petrol, they got in the car and skidded onto the tarmac trail, throwing sand over the station...
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