|Word up from "The Lone Star" state. I got to Dallas without going to jail............yet.
Damn, while we were comin into texas It rained like muhfuckin Zeus pissin after a
steady bender of ripple, pabst blue ribbon, and wild turkey. Couldn't see the goddamn
road 30 feet ahead. No thanks to the fuckin truckers flyin by at speeds faster
than any sane person would want to drive in 10% visibility and lubricated conditions.
Those fucks would kick up the worst fuckin mist and wash while blastin my truck and
trailer side to side like a piņata at re-re fiesta.(Oh wait...um, did I say that?)
I thought my wipers were gonna snap off trying to keep up with the downpour.
But, I got here alright, contrary to the wishes of some. I've been chillin at Smokey's
joint(odd-soundin, huh?) for the past couple of days. I'll back on the road again
tomorrow and prolly will be in Phoenix on Friday.
"And now back to you bitches in the studio..."
|You're not dead yet either...|
|Did somebody say joint?|
For real doh. That storm was fucked.
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