The Edge of the Universe is a Lonely Place
This place was probably causing Douglas Adams to roll over in his grave. “The Amusement Park at the End of the Universe” but Hackensack New Jersey was hardly the end of the universe and there was little amusement. But why was I here?
Sheltered inside a café that was supposed to be modelled after his fictitious alien stop-over, I sipped my coffee from a spaceship mug and pondered my existence on this god-forsaken planet. My return to the storm reminded me of my cold existence; I let the rain wash me away, back into my pit of despair.