There was nothing good on the radio the night that Spider left. He didn't mean to leave. He just wanted to get out and do something. He circled town twice and found nothing to do that he hadn't already done one too many times. The bars were full of people he'd already met. The movies he'd seen. The bands he'd heard. So he aimed the car west. He drove and drove till he came to a new town. Went into a new bar. Heard a new band. Met new people. Three years later, nothing on TV, he headed west again.
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