Day 34:
Don't know how Max did it.. Leather does NOT breathe. So far, been fairly uneventful except for the occasional Frisco douche raiding party,, Easily defeated. Pull ridiculous visor over the eyes of the dude-bro.. hit with bat.. wash.. rinse .. repeat. Sadly, the begging for mercy speeches I get from them are limited to their weak vocabulary... They just repeat over and over, "Seriously, Bro?? Seriously?" and their female counterpart screaming, " I LITERALLY can't even!! I am feeling attacked!!! " Makes the bat swing a LOT faster though. So far, I have recovered plenty of supplies..mostly Toilet Paper and White Claws... Checking the ads for a meaner looking post apocalyptic vehicle (ala Road Warrior, Army of Darkness) I have found that it is difficult to look menacing with a bright red Fiat and a Glitter Bomb Road King... I totally missed the boat on that one. I probably should have gone black out Dyna douche... but I would then be no better than the worst parts of society.. This is a process. Note to self.. Carry a frikkin can-opener... Fight on Brothers and Sisters of Brooks. This world is ours. Keep swinging!
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