"Hey trouble,"

I hissed, my voice a grating echo of an aged engine battling the road's flaws. My gaze, sharp as shattered glass, reflected the icy expanse of my emotions. My gravelly voice carried the weight of countless miles, each syllable a testament to conquered terrain.

I snapped, impatience etched on my face like graffiti on a desolate wall, unwilling to entertain another intruder into my isolated world of desolation and exhaustion.