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Date: 8 August 1999
Status: Private - Pollution and Famine
Setting: Somewhere between London and Tadfield
Summary: Pollution's on the road in search of something to do.

After a few days, Pollution figured it was time to get back on the move. He could do that, of course - travel whenever he liked. When you live in alleyways and the back rooms of bars, only noticed when you want to be, you can pretty much move on at your own leisure. The thing was, he loved London. It was a wonderful city. Unfortunately, it was just too much like living at work and what he needed was a break.

So, there he was, just outside of a town he couldn't remember the name of, watching the cars go by and contemplating whether he wanted to continue hitching or walk back into town and spring for a new (well...used...generally very used) motorcycle. He could easily afford it. He'd hitched his way around America and made a pretty cheap job of travelling India and China before that, so the money he'd collected off of the odd night of bartending (when he wanted a legitimate claim to his cot in those back rooms) and the occassional kind stranger (it's amazing to find people who really do still feel sorry for the "homeless") had never really been spent on anything else.

Leaning back against a tree, he continued his internal debate during a lull in passing traffic.