Sketch - Waiting to Respawn by ~FourThirteen

Mane Being a phantom is one of those things you just kind of take for granted after a while. You know, you just don't think about it, or really appreciate it, until it's gone. That's what I was thinking about as I approached the old station wagon. It had been sitting there in that field on the edge of town for as long as I can remember. I used to think the guy who lived in it was pathetic, living like an animal out in the middle of nowhere. But after realizing what I'd become, an ordinary mortal human being with no money or possessions of any kind to my name, it occurred to me that he and I were kind of in the same boat. If anybody knew what I shoMane by ~FourThirteen