Out in the deep woods a fellow of unattractive proportions and unkempt appearance wandered into a small clearing, briefcase in tow. A close kept batch of grey and black whiskers haunted his face, and giving up on life and its monotonous idiosyncrasies long ago he no longer attended a barber. His hair a veritable mess.
On a desolate section of highway, one seldom travelled or seen, there resided a small gas station with a convenience store in case a passer-by should be in need of fuel, for either vehicle or mind.
Fictional telling of current events of the non-fiction variety