Random Scrap:
I didn't fix the wipers long after the trip. We drove the 80 up to Reno when it started to snow. It was dark and two lanes seemed to be blending into one. I couldn't see anything and all I could read from his eyes was a sense of panic. "Did you bring snow chains?". I never thought we would need them. All that had to be done was to keep driving and get to the destination. And that was what we did. Flynn got us a free room at Cal Neva. We went to see a magic show (also using his coupons) and then played blackjack. By then I had already learned the basic strategy so I knew that at least I could maintain myself at the table for a few hours and enjoy free glasses of wine from one of the waitresses that called my 'honey'. Later that night we took a trip to Tronics. The driver, a man with thick accent, blamed the west coast, was a fan of conspiracy theories and sweared at the dispatcher. The morning felt cold and desolate in Reno. On the way back we stopped by the last gas station in Nevada.