this morning #845.

this morning, fully distanced from any sort of cell service, i pulled off into a gas station to ask for directions back to civilization. instead of keeping things simple, this cowboy dude behind the counter started pointing me in the right direction before suddenly veering off on a ten-minute tangent about some film he saw last night. though he was kind of incoherent, i believe he was talking about joker. vigilante justice. lack of batman. seemed like it. i wanted to see it too. we all did. for now, my main interest was getting back on the road. i didn’t dare interrupt him though. the pistol sitting out on the counter & the vivid way he spoke about how joker dealt with people who dishonored him kept me silent.