Day 110: 19 Nov 2010
Not knowing what else to do, I hitched a ride from Marfa to Houston. From there. . . what? Back to Vegas? New Orleans? Try to find Ronan and his people?
I was sitting in a truck stop when it happened. My coffee had just arrived. Before I could take a sip, a voice boomed in my head -- so loud my nose started gushing blood instantly and I went temporarily blind. It said one word.
Thule.
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