Rust.

Per usual, adventures with Mykel ensued today. We went to JR's, which might be one of the creepiest places ever so that he could buy a cigar. They claim to have over a "gazillion" towels. There is literally a sign that says that. I'm not a mathematician, but I'm pretty sure that isn't a number. Then, across the street we found a junk yard of trucks which made me feel like I was in a scene from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. All fears aside, we took some pictures because I adore rust and old things and it wasn't till I heard a creaking noise in one of the trucks that I ran away and left Mykel to fend for himself. He then made me promise in the future that I would alert him when I hear scary noises in rusty junk yards.