Chapter 1 - 1975

West Texas, It's a desolate road that leads to more emptiness.Closes signs of civilization is a miles away.I'm idiotically am standing on the side of the road trying to fix my car.In this god awful scorching heat I'm trying to figure out the problem.I've been here for half an hour now but finally my prayers are answered.I see in the distance a 63' chevy Nova SS drive by, he notices me and stops.I hear him playing Promise land by Elvis, I never liked Elvis Much.

"Hey pal, you need help ?" He asked as he drove aside me.He parked and stepped out.I stood there with my arms at my hips and I said

"I'd much appreciate it." I wish I never said anything, I wish My car never broke down that day, hell I wish I could fuck Shelley Duvall.Well anyways this complete stranger, he seems confident and has a smug attitude.

"Listen friend, i think this things done for, I can give you a ride to my house to make a call if you'd like ?" He said as I looked at the sun, burning me in every moment standing there.I look back at him and I think about, "Sure that'll be great, thank you." I said as he smiled.That damn smile, a smile only a mother can love.I entered his car as still this damn Elvis song played, very passé.He drives as I wonder what a man like this is doing in the middle of nowhere and why he's live here ? Nevertheless, his hospitality was very well appreciated.We arrived at a deserted home, looking older than the damn country itself.It's exterior looks outdated but my god when he parked and we entered.I was amazed at its cleanliness, seeing a framed bottle cap collection in his hallway.Seeing an ivory white color to his walls and seeing the decor is a farmhouse rustic."You're sweating like Nixon for Christ sakes let me get you some water, here sit here..sit sit sit …." He insists as he rushes me into his living room, I get a look at this painting of a clown crying and I still feel disgusted of it.I take a look out the window to my right and I see nothing but desert, this son is a son of a bitch.

"Here you go kid, drink up you look like you're dying." He says with enthusiasm as he passes me a nice cold glass of water but no ice.He sits on a chair aside me as I drink up the water, he looks more excited now. he then just stares at me with glee as I feel discomfort."May I use that phone now ?" I ask as he gets up quickly and takes the empty cup away from me."Yes of course, hold on just a minute ." He says as he takes the cup into the kitchen sink. I start to look out this window again, I feel more relaxed now.I feel sleepy, I feel a melancholy state.I turn around again, feeling slow as I head his voice more toned out."You excited for Thanksgiving ?" He says as I slowly react to his presence."I'm not really my wife sadly passed away six years ago and my daughter won't acknowledge my existence." He says as he has duct tape and rope in his hands.I feel numb and dizzy, my heart is beating slow as I just stare at him.He's still smiling as now I try to get up but fall.I now laid on the wooden floor of this mad man's home. I'm at his mercy and I think he knows it.