Mad words thrown at you whilst trying to write a short story: parte deux!!

Let's go back to the start. Although, looking back, it seems like the end... I was walking down the long road, an endless dusty road. It was in the middle of that American desert, with no one my my side. It sure felt like an end then. My car, my ol'faithful car, had given up on this road that claims too many people's cars each week. The sun was ruthless and the even dryer air provided no solace for my parched body. Sand was in my pores and hair and my jean cut-off shorts seemed even more bleached by the sun. It wasn't that long ago that i had finally received my ultimate car, a '75 mustang and now all I wanted to do was throw a wrench at it. As I probably crossed the 6 mile mark from my car I couldn't help but turn around and stare back across the flat road at that lovely car that had taken me so far and had done so much. I knew i had to keep moving, no one comes by these parts. I thought my road trip down South would be interesting, me playing the detective of all the things heard of in movies and songs. I had to keep going. It was soon dusk and I thought I would soon die of thirst. My sneakers were as hot as the sands and my throat was so dry. But, then I saw it, a gas station, my life was saved. Unfortunately the doors were locked. I thought I was doomed until an old man came out the side door and asked if I had walked all the way here. He answered his own question with an "Of course." and then asked me since when. Still I could give no response. I was so tired I couldn't stand any longer and he brought me inside where a door had painted on it Rm 143, even though there wasn't any other doors. I stepped inside and he immediately gave me a glass of water and a chair. I chugged it down and he commented how odd I looked. I finally found the strength to speak and said in a staggered: " I need to keep going, I was supposed to find someone, that's all I ever wanted, to find my aunt but..."
"Don't get to close to that A/C, you'll get electrified. " he said with slight alarm.
"Oh sorry."
"You're looking for your aunt you say? Well what's her name? And why did you have to cross the desert?" I wasn't alert to what he was saying, but caught the just of it. I explained the scandal that happened way-back-when, much before I was born: how my aunt moved away and now how I had to find her. That my mom agreed to my road trip and said good luck trying to get her to come back; but now everything was ruined and bitter and my car was broken in that forsaken wasteland. The old man was so kind and gave me a place to sleep for the night. I went to bed and the next morning woke up, walked outside into the heat and saw my baby blue mustang with my aunt inside of it waiting for me. It must have been a miracle: I didn't even tell the old man her name! Clearly, you'd feel the same, had you been there at the beginning of the end.