… there ain’t a cloud in the sky.
I get a little bit closer.
Central California, that’s where I stay…
This place used to be called The Orange Blossom Junction.
Life grows on trees here and it tastes like orange juice.
Sometimes I can’t even see the reason why.
Walk in this abandoned building, check my coat and check my weapon.
Due to the rising cost of ammunition, etc…
Well, she looks so sad in photographs…