There ain’t much of the old McCaysville left. Raymond’s dead, Papa’s Pizza burned down, Mayford’s changed ownership, and Theatre Time is selling off its inventory of VHS tapes in what seems like a permanent going out of business sale. The only thing that remains is the Conoco station, and if it ever goes the whole town’ll have to just call it quits.

But every night officer Gerald Flowers stands guard by the counter, and with tobacco juice drippin' from his mouth onto his uniform he plays scratch offs ‘cause there really ain’t much else to do ‘cept maybe run radar and harass drunks. Nothin’ ever stays the same. Nothin’ ever changes.

That is until one Sunday Gerald walked outta that gas station, sat down in his patrol car, stuck his service pistol in his mouth, and pulled the trigger. S’pose you can only play so many tickets before your luck runs out.