Dwight has problems…
He found himself wandering barefoot on the Picks Crossing Bridge with no recollection of how he got there. Now he can’t find his truck. What good is a junkman without a truck?
Then when he got his barefooted ass home, his barfly, karaoke killing girlfriend informed him she’d had him zombiefied, and she was running off to Nashville with the local crackhead to be a star.
…So he ate her.
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Zombie junkman, definitely delicious dark humor!
You bet. I definitely like my humor tasty.
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