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Jim goes to the Deep South
chapter 1

Our story begins with Jim hitting the road after a "hard run"
in Charlotte. Fallen upon hard times, he hops the next train out of
town on his way to New Orleans, armed with only his cleanest dirty shirt.
But lemme tell you, $500 doesn't go far these day when you got
"groceries" to buy, so 'ol Jim only made it to Arkansas.

In the first picture, you'll notice Jim has seen the Mecca of his
existence, a new used mobile home. Money is
tight so he tries to make a deal with the devil (a.k.a. fly by night
mobile home broker) down at the crossroads, however the devil says
Jim's soul is too scratched and can only offer him ten cents. Jim
thinking the devil said "thin mints" accepts his offer with his reply
"yeah I really could use a piece of gum". The devil shakes his head
and comes to the conclusion that they "just don't speak the same
language". Lucky for Jim a ten cent soul can get you a midnight
mortgage on a mobile home in Arkansas, so he makes the deal.

But just like fries get cold, beer gets warm, teeth fall out, and all of America's
shit flows south into the 'ol Missisippi River, so did Jim's luck. Things went awry
in a "bad neighborhood" in Little Rock and 'ol Jim barely escaped with his life
and an old Buick he "found" with the keys in the ignition in front of a Circle K in Conway.
Now anyone can see that shirt isn't getting any cleaner. Where will he go next?
Selma, Alabama? Greenwood Missisippi? The basement of The Alamo? Follow
the cigarette smoke.............