Stanley was on the run from another state and driving into Washington, one of the few states he wasn’t banned in, driving away in his red car, fittingly named the 'Stanmobile', into a new state where he would hopefully find himself a good business to get money through. He was trying to think of something, an idea that was new, but he couldn’t think of anything he hadn’t already thought of.

"This sucks..."

The young man sighed, parking the Stanmobile at a random parking lot as he sat back and looked up at the stars with a frown. Mid winter, freezing outside and the only things that Stan had for warmth was an old blanket, a shitty, stained jacket, and a car that had every “check” light on, a car that he couldn’t afford to fix.*

"I'm a goddamn disappointment..."