When the man finally dropped her off--shortly after he had finally stopped talking--he wished her well on her mission to find her friend. He gave her a little wave-salute-thing and smiled. He was friendly enough but holy hell he needed lessons in storytelling.

The engine kicked and the man pulled away. She turned her head towards the car and watched it drive away, "IM GOD" fading into the distant of the Kentucky abyss.

Now, to find GaRRY somewhere in this awful place. Just look for the the klansman in the pink hood.

There was a small country store with a couple of gas pumps. Cigarette symbols littered the windows and the gas pumps all had the "I DID THIS" Joe Biden stickers next to the pricing.

She walked into the small store, the bells jingling above the door. She was greated with smiles. At least these people were friendly.

She was greated by a plump woman with overalls on. It looked as though she had been gardening.....but they were inside?

"Can I help ya sweetie? You looks lost. You're a little too, put together, to be here."

Jenny wasn't sure if that was an insult or a compliment. She had on her usual lavender shirt, paint stained overall smock, knee socks and converse. She certainly didn't look put together, unless she was going to an free Indie Rock Concert at a hollowed out swimming pool.

"Yeah, I am looking for someone. I am told he lives here. He has someone of mine and I need it back."

They looked at her and smiled, they certainly seemed like they wanted to help this lost girl.

"His name is Garry. Two R's."

Gasps around.

Look at each other. Then back at her. Then back at each other. Then back at her.

"And what could Garry possibly have that is yours sweetie?"

Overalls woman had a bit of a snide tone in her voice now. Jenny thought for a split second about cutting out her tongue and using it as a wall display or introducing it to Artie on her necklace.

"He has my friend."

"Your friend."

"Yes. My bestest friend. Her name is Goldi. And he took her, and I came all the way here to your town to get her back from him."

There were a few chuckles around the country store.

"So you say GaRRy basically kidnapped someone? Doesn't sound like his style."

"HE DID! HE TOOK HER! HE IS A CRIMINAL"

She felt her blood pressure rising.

"Whoa, whoa there little one. No need to get worked up. And I also don't think you should come in here and start yelling at the shop owners and accusing a local hero of such a terrible crime."

"HE IS A BAD MAN!" she blurted.

She felt herself shaking, she turned away from the woman. A single tear ran down her eye. She clutched Artie tight in her palm. She brought it to her mouth, began to whisper.

"Look at this crazy broad" one patron said, "she is talking to her ear lanyard!"

When she stopped talking to the ear, she seemed much calmer. She smiled at the woman, cocking her head slightly.

"Artie here says that if you don't tell me where Garry is, I should burn this establishment to the ground with you all inside of it."

Taken aback a bit, the woman nodded to someone on the other side of the room. Two men approached from behind. She saw them out of her peripheral. She used an arm drag to take one down and back kicked the other in the shin, whirling around and connecting with his nose on her palm for the other. He stumbled back into the chip rack, knocking it over.

Grabbing a Coke bottle off a nearby shelf, she broke it over the shelf. She got into a fighting stance, ready to take on the entire store.

Nobody else approached her.

"Feisty little thing, ain't ya? Well, GaRRY ain't here. He isn't usually at this store other than every once n a while. Plus, this time of year he is usually out buying fireworks. He is a patriotic one, ya know."

Jenny snarled.

"I see. Not here. Gone. With my Goldi."

The woman nods.

"And your name?"

"Betty Sue."

Jenny smiled.

"Thanks so much Betty Sue! Give Garry my regards if you see him."

She turned and walked out of the store, the bells dinging again.

"Betty Sue...." she said to herself. "Betty fucking Sue."

She thought to herself that all of these people look like they deep fry their water. She just couldn't get over how different everyone was here. She walked by a Chevy Silverado that was running with the windows open. Surely one of the patrons in the store. They didn't seem to be too concerned with burglary down here either.

Jenny opened the door. There was a hand gun just sitting on the passanger seat. She snatched it. It was cold. Cleary he hadn't used it in a while.

Pussy.

Walking back towards the small country store, she felt the power in her hands that she now possessed. She felt liberated.

'Merica.

Taking aim at the propane tanks outside the store that these hicks surely used for all their grills, she fired off a single shot.

Her eyes lit up like a child watching the celebrations on the Fourth of July. It was beautiful.

The fireworks, the big orange balls in the sky as the building exploded on one side closest to the tanks and caught fire.

The burn and sizzle, the pop and char.

She smiled as she dropped the weapon and walked away, her back to the store.

GaRRy took her entire world away, and she was about to burn his to the fucking ground.

"Guns don't kill people," she giggled to herself.