There is a child sitting across from me in his mother's lap, staring at me and eating a Kleenex. That can't taste too great. Of course, JFK sucks enough to make me want to eat a Kleenex, but I've had enough of those things for a while.
... holy fuck, I'm moving to Egypt.
... holy fuck, I'm moving to Egypt.
another truckstop on the way another game that I can play another word I learn to say
another blasted customs post another bloody foreign coast another set of scars to boast
WE ARE THE ROAD CREW
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