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Dot...Dot...Dawg (10/8)

Want to relive the carnage? By all means, keep reading.

Scott Olmos-US PRESSWIRE - Presswire

He remembered everything about this place. The way the earth gives just a little bit under the weight of each step, the strange congruent smell of salt and gasoline emanating from the direction of the Bay and the titillating sensation of sun and breeze as the elements raced to meet the skin on his cheek. Powerful memories, but still just dots. All that is left is this vacant service station with a rusted out Caprice Classic (Green Bomber style) on blocks and a tree-like week growing where Mrs. Vernon used to pump gas for the "Full-Service" lot. "What this place needs," he mused, "is a comeback."