|from Lohbado's sketchbook|
Lohbado spent the night in a tool shed, next to a bombed out mansion, as he wandered through the ruins of a heavily shelled city that had not been reconstructed after the Apocalyptic War. The tool shed was the only building in tact. Lohbado found a six pack of beer. He sat on an empty wooden crate and drank three beers. His elbow burned and swelled from a bite. He saw no bugs and yet he’d been bitten. The bite stung. He looked under a cabinet and turned over a rug but saw no bugs. He rubbed a little beer on the bite to sooth the itch.
Lohbado heated up leftover noodles from his pack. He cooked them in a cast iron frying pan over a single burner stove in the tool shed. He added garlic and olive oil, then sat on the door step, just outside. There was plenty of garlic and olive oil on a shelf among the hammers, screw guns, chisels, next to a grinder, drill press and miter saw. The noodles gave him bad gas. He had no way to refrigerate leftover food.