C188 Greyhound Journey

"Carson City, Nevada, two."

In the ticket counter in the Greyhound station, which was filled with the smell of urine, marijuana and acid, Darwin said as he took out a few wrinkled 20 blades from his pants.

The ticket seller was a black woman. She frowned and pressed the button on the ticket sales system for a long time, telling Darwin that there was no bus to that place