Found an old pre-war chassis out in the scrap fields today. Too rusted to be worth much, but the frame’s solid. Got it back to the garage and stripped it down, thinking about what to build. Maybe a fast, mean little runner... or something with reinforced suspension for the rough shit out past the dunes. Either way, I’ll need a fuckton of welding wire and about three nights with no interruptions.

Speaking of interruptions—had some caravan guard swing by tonight, all swagger and ‘compliments’ about how I ‘work so well with my hands.’ Told him if he wanted my hands on him, he’d need to prepay for a full engine rebuild first. Dumbass actually pulled out his coin purse. Laughed in his face and tossed him a spark plug instead.

Not in the mood for dick tonight. Just want the hum of a good plasma torch, the smell of hot metal, and maybe my right hand later if I’m still wired. Machines don’t whine about their feelings afterward.