Look, pal, I don’t have all the answers here.
After the war, after my little comfy Alaska route went south, I had to GO south. Runs from Hermosillo to Tuscon to San Diego became the best game I could find. Don’t ask me what I was carrying, ask @awjt.
Now, as you and I know, there’s a lot of strange fucking military bases out there in the deserts of Arizona and New Mexico and Nevada, and where we’re headed with this rocket, Edwards.
Well, one time Ol’ jack was driving back from Mejico with a …full trailer. And in the middle of the night, by the side of the road, was this military guy hitchhiking.
Now, I’m not a cruel sonofabitch as to leave him on the side of the road, so I pick him up, and shore enuff, he just wanted to get to the next town, which was Tuscon. He didn’t have any LP to pay me, but he offered me this watch.
Now, I have no idea how he got it to survive the EMPs. All I know is that it works.
And it smells.
