Several miles from the city, across the Naulin River, there is a wasteland of scrap metal; a junkyard of wrecked and repossessed cars and trucks. Various rusted body parts lie stacked and scattered amongst the mountains of crippled vehicles. Weeds and grasses tear through crevices in the lot, and pervade the corroded mechanisms that settle upon the dirt and fractured concrete. The impound lot was once used to temporarily store vehicles when people neglected to pay their fees, but has since become nothing more than a scrapyard full of junk. Hobos and ‘scrapmetalers’ spend countless hours digging through heaps of carburetors, tailpipes, and trash bags full of wastes. The abandoned lot has also attracted the likes of several animals who instinctively seek shelter under whatever hood they can find.
