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"Goddamn motherfucking... Ow! Fuck!" Thankfully it wasn't on a busy street where the tire had blown out, but the big, dirty and rusty black van was still a hindrance where it stood on the side of the road. Beside it was a rather ratty young man, all long hair and scruffy beard and worn clothes. The washed-out black jeans had holes over the knees, and there were several tears in the open flannel shirt that he had over an old and faded Motörhead t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Pale and too thin, he didn't look all that well.

Currently he also looked pissed off. The lever on the jack had just snapped as he was working on lifting the van to change the tire for the spare he blessedly had in the back, making him bang his knuckles against the ground, scraping them up. Rising up while cradling his bruised hand tightly against his abdomen he snarled several more choice words, giving the flat tire a good kick. Oh, his hand would be fine, but dammit, that had hurt!