You travelled all day to get here. You passed factories and junk lots and finally into a whole borrow with yards full of tires and old cars and a washing machine.
You nervously check to make sure you have everything:
Menthol cigarettes
Hot pork rinds
Canned tuna in oil
and 2 triple bacon burgers
You park, rehearsing in your head the words you must say. You pass a couch in the yard and so many newport boxes. Ralphie, guarded by The Cousins, is already waiting for you.
You set the burgers down for each of the guard dogs, fearful of the low growls in their throats. You lay the rest of your offering down and throw yourself to your knees with head down. “Oracle, I need your help!”