MERCIFUL

private daryl dixon.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

“ Daryl’s truck was a 1973 Ford F-250.
”
It was grey and had grey/blue interior.
He got it from a friend for $500
and back then it was a project truck.
The tires were shit,
the interior was ripped
and most of the gauges didn’t work.
But even then,...

^{Daryl’s truck was a 1973 Ford F-250.}

^{It was grey and had grey/blue interior.
He got it from a friend for $500
and back then it was a project truck.
The tires were shit,}^{the interior was ripped
and most of the gauges didn’t work.
But even then, despite everything
wrong with it, Daryl spent most of
his time fixing it up. If he had nothing else,
he was gonna have a damn good ride.}

2 June 2014
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