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"Sam!" yelled my friend quite loudly through the other end of my cell phone. I had to take a moment to recover from the loud blow and then I spoke back into the phone.


"God, Dom. Chill for a second, okay?"


I heard my friend sigh and then he spat words out like he was entering a damn rap battle. "Where the fuck are you?"


I placed my head down on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. I didn't even know where I was. I glanced at the clock. It was seven in the morning. I hadn't slept all night. I was in the parking lot of a rest stop.


"I don't know," I spoke.


"What do you mean, you don't know? Come home!" Dom yelled from the tiny speaker I'd placed adjacent to my ear.


"I mean I've been driving all night and where I am is wherever I am. I'll keep you updated, I promise. I can't come back and I can't explain but I'm sure you'll find out how big of a mess I'm in sure enough," I told him.


"Sam wait!" he yelled and then I pressed the end call button.



I figured that I wasn't too far from a motel or something, so I decided to start the car back up and make my way for a town of any sorts. A trucker honked at me as I failed miserably at getting out of my parking spot. I shot him an apologetic look and continued driving horribly out of the lot altogether.



About a half hour later, I came across a sign for a little town, in Oregon. I was in Oregon.


I was in some deep shit now.



I drove slowly through the small town, making note of every shop and every necessity I would have to scourage for, because it looked to me like the perfect place to hide.


I saw a sign for a Clearwater Cliffs Motel and smiled to myself. It already felt more like home than mine ever had.

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