Pikichu continues his lonely vigil above the cigarettes at the all night Wal-Mart. Druggies, drunks, the sad, the lost, all four of the above. He watches over them and gives them the nails to their coffins.
Photo - S
Words - S
She came from the south. He came from the sticks. Somehow, they made all this from pixels and love.
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