One/two/three shots featuring the wonderful Sons of Anarchy cast!
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Originally published 2019
Rewritten 2023
summary He was a wanderer, much like her. She had no home and no family, like him. All she ever dreamed of was seeing everything the world had to offer. The outdoors were freedom, the open road an escape. Fate had dealt her a losing hand, but she'd taken that misfortune and turned it into all anyone could ask for.
no·mad /ˈnōˌmad/ a person who does not stay long in the same place; a wanderer.
"The moments you have experienced are the only possession that nobody can take away from you." — UNKNOWN
"The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance." — ALAN WATTS
"I don't know where I'm going, but I'm on my way." — CARL SANDBURG
"Home is the here and now." — BUDDHISM
PENELOPE 'PEACH' NUGENT
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HAPPY LOWMAN
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By the time she made it across the dusty parking lot, her feet were aching in the black heels. She'd walked here from the motel across the street alone, but no one paid her any attention. She was just another traveler in a sea of them, coming and going from the truck stop beside the bar.
No one and nothing could ever convince her to give up this life she'd made. A different city every night, new people, experiences. It was exhilarating, and she'd never felt more alive. The bar she was headed toward might be a shit hole in the middle of the desert to anyone else, but to her it was filled with unknown possibilities just waiting to be discovered.
The building itself had seen better days, clearly. Letters on the neon sign were burned out and cracked, leaving the name The Joint missing a few vowels. Inside, the lights were turned down low, a fog of cigarette smoke enveloping her the moment she entered.
