The People You Meet in Truck Stop Restrooms
Patsy and Butch:
Met at a Denny’s two miles down the road from the drug rehab center where they had both been just released; three days later now and they’re engaged to be married and are planning on starting a satanic cult together.
Clive Owen:
Not the actual Clive Owen, of course, but rather a rough looking fellow with the name Clive Owen tattooed onto his shaved, pockmarked head. Why? Who the hell knows, why don’t you ask him?
Turtle Jesus:
This guy is taking up like four separate sinks making sure that his pet turtles have a place to drink and frolic. He’s very emaciated and shirtless, as well as wielding a straight razor, so he’s pretty much left to it.
Traci:
A pleasant woman in general, she can be rather brusque and insistent when attempting to coerce others to identify the tattoo on her back-hump that she’s unable to see herself. It’s not that no one wants to help, but you can’t tell what it is, I’ve tried! Maybe a dragon playing tennis?
Coven Master:
Claims to be a “Seventh level warlock in search of a witches coven with which to join forces and reclaim our stolen glory”, but in reality is an acne scarred twenty something in an ill fitting Slayer t-shirt who honestly believes that he’s come up with a brilliant new way to lose his virginity.
Limpy the Goon:
Self described “artist of the sexual avant garde” who drops by several times a week to see who’s using the glory hole he painstakingly and lovingly designed for his fans.