Smally’s Journal #26: The Assholes

JThe blood-red tour bus with blacked-out windows burns down Rongovia's one and only motorway. A four lane road that runs straight as an arrow through the sun-scorched desolate countryside. Jim drives, expressionless behind aviator shades. In the booth immediately behind him, Kris Baranovic lies fast asleep, a black blanket wrapped tightly around him. Sitting directly … Continue reading Smally’s Journal #26: The Assholes