It was unbearable. And then suddenly it all stopped.

It had been years since Jacob had driven Clyde, and he wasn’t happy about driving him now. His hatred had turned into a hard thing, a rock in his heart he couldn’t put down.

It was unbearable. And then suddenly it all stopped.

It was obvious The Judge didn’t get, nor encouraged visitors. After some searching, Jacob found the entrance to the overgrown two-wheel track that twisted through a dense strip of trees. It was rough, riddled with potholes, high dry grass, and weeds that had grown up through the gravel. The track broke from the trees, revealing a massive automotive graveyard.

Matt walked across the crisp marble, each footfall echoing loudly around him. Behind a long counter that looked as if it had been carved from a single block of white stone, a young, clean-shaven man stood expectantly.

It was unbearable. And then suddenly it all stopped.

He leaned back and for a split-second saw the dog’s strange eyes.

Matt walked across the crisp marble, each footfall echoing loudly around him. Behind a long counter that looked as if it had been carved from a single block of white stone, a young, clean-shaven man stood expectantly.

He leaned back and for a split-second saw the dog’s strange eyes.

It was obvious The Judge didn’t get, nor encouraged visitors. After some searching, Jacob found the entrance to the overgrown two-wheel track that twisted through a dense strip of trees. It was rough, riddled with potholes, high dry grass, and weeds that had grown up through the gravel. The track broke from the trees, revealing a massive automotive graveyard.

There was a faint smell of burnt wood in the apartment

Matt walked across the crisp marble, each footfall echoing loudly around him. Behind a long counter that looked as if it had been carved from a single block of white stone, a young, clean-shaven man stood expectantly.

Suddenly, a mad impulse.

It was obvious The Judge didn’t get, nor encouraged visitors. After some searching, Jacob found the entrance to the overgrown two-wheel track that twisted through a dense strip of trees. It was rough, riddled with potholes, high dry grass, and weeds that had grown up through the gravel. The track broke from the trees, revealing a massive automotive graveyard.

John frowned and looked at the dog. The dog looked back.

“Yes, Mr. December, many questions.”

And the dog knew it.

Every corner held memories for Jacob. It was his hometown. This is where many good stories began and where many bad stories ended.

The dog watched him

Matt walked across the crisp marble, each footfall echoing loudly around him. Behind a long counter that looked as if it had been carved from a single block of white stone, a young, clean-shaven man stood expectantly.