The Pitt was a dump.
Literally. It is located at a vast dumpsite minus the ghetto and the trash. Debris covered the extremely vast land that seemed to be like a country of its own.
The car ride took thirty minutes and half those minutes was spent trekking the dark and rocky road that for a second I actually thought Dane and Ayla had a secret plan to kill me then leave me in a ditch to be featured in an episode of Dateline NBC.
Dane was driving with Ayla on the passenger seat bickering about an NSYNC album and their under appreciated singles. I tuned out for the most part but I could swear this car was going to be a crime scene soon by the rate Dane and Ayla were pissing on each other’s yard.
We were two minutes away, claimed Dane on the one and only occasion I interrupted Ayla trying
