List of Bookmarks
1 Sep 2012
The car’s the exact color of the earth, brown-roasted nothing, dust, and Jet Star dropped it a fucking mile and a half down the road, in the shaded dip behind a half-assed hill. Mikey’s sweating by the time they reach it, bandanna soaked through, and he whips it off and ties it around his forehead to keep the drops out of his eyes.
In which Mikey goes looking for the rest of the Killjoys along with Ray, who isn't one of them.