thecuntofsatan
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So as I sit at this Burger King in Little Rock, I figured may as well tell a bit about my small amount of time on the road. I am not that great at colourful stories or anything like that, but I will try my best. And as all good stories start, it starts with a bottle of vodka and some tracks and a very long walk. I honestly had no fucking idea what I was doing. I kept thinking about that, just stuck in a loop in my head. As I drank it just kinda went away. When I finally made it to a town I could Hitch out of, the first dude I came to was filling up at a gas station. Asked him for a ride and he agreed, but only after a pat down. Made it all the way from bum Fuck nowhere to Cincinnati all in one night. I try to remember all the people that gave or will give me a ride. He was the first so, I guess I just remember more about him then everyone else. Middle aged dude, boss in a factory, made 6 figures, and had all the shit in the world. Yet he still wasn't happy at all. His work had consumed him. No family or friends. He had this dead look in his eyes, but I think I cheered him up a little. I was a little cheery at that time after all. (Friends are back, tbc)
