Dear sister,

It's been exactly 10 days since I decided to stop at the nearest town again, to stock up on gas and smokes. Same old drill as usual. I remember I had just smoked my last cig as I looked down the road that day, trying to read what was displayed on a old rusty road sign. I pulled over with my bike so I could get a closer look and instantly started laughing.. You wanna know what the name was to the nearest town? Dead End.. I know, I know. Pretty ironic huh? Well, hold on to your hat, because you might be surprised to hear I decided to stay for a little while! That's right. No more running.. At least not for the time being. I know what you're thinking, so stop. Let them come, I don't care. I'm tired of it all sis.. No more running..

I know you probably won't agree with me for hanging around here, but let me start by telling you that I feel at home. Ha, it might look and smell like a shit hole at most areas (seriously..), but I've met some good people around here. First person I met was this Irish gal, Linesa. I was on my way to the nearest shop to get me self some new smokes as we both laughed and shrugged at some delivery guy, who obviously never made a U-turn on a small road before. As we started talking and I told her I was new in town and looking for smokes, she brought me to this bar she works at called the Eight (yeah it's a pool reference, and no I'm still not going to admit you beat me, once). Anyways, I'm not sure how we ended up drinking absinthe, but I do remember waking up near the docks the next day, just in time to find some asshole running through my backpack. Chased him off but not fast enough as I noticed later he had taken my cash.

Elise is at the local garage by the way, so now way out for me even if I wanted to. At least not yet. Told them not to touch her till I gather the money for the parts. Damn carburetor gave up on me. Need some new air filters too. She didn't take all the dust very well I suppose. Anyway, better stop before I turn this into the a novel. Got too much time here on my hands I guess. You'll hear from me soon, promise.

Tell mom I love her.

Love,

Franky

P.S.: Before I forget. I added a picture like you wanted. Sorry about the coffee stains though, someone at the local coffee shop didn't notice it before setting down a damn late on it.
 
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