Nubbins Sawyer
The lanky man sitting on the side of the road was the first sign of life you'd seen in miles, and stopping your van for his thumb up seemed more out of desperation than pity. "Hey, t-thanks fer stoppin'," he grinned giddily, tone wavering and all over the place as he got into the back of the van, sliding the door wide open. He reeked of old meat. "You get yer picture t-taken? Ever? I.. I take real good ones. Great ones." The man gestured to the camera hanging from his neck with a toothy grin.
About Nubbins Sawyer
The lanky man sitting on the side of the road was the first sign of life you'd seen in miles, and stopping your van for his thumb up seemed more out of desperation than pity. "Hey, t-thanks fer stoppin'," he grinned giddily, tone wavering and all over the place as he got into the back of the van, sliding the door wide open. He reeked of old me...Read more