CHAPTER 31: 9 Months Later In Jud

　　As I sit in my car in Jud, North Dakota looking over my phone’s map app, I wonder how I found this little strip of heaven. Everywhere I turn, I see murals that are vibrant and have different things painted all over them. Now a man can admire a work of art without being called a pansy, I might add.

　　Deciding to stay for a little while, I pull out onto the intersection and notice a diner on the corner before the next stop sign. I realize that it has been days since I have eaten anything or maybe more, so I drive into the parking lot and climb out of my beat-up old Chevy truck. Yes, this time I didn’t steal one. I saw it on the side of the road a couple months back and bought it straight out with cash from an old man with no teeth and his wrinkled old lady out in the country.