Driving
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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Sometimes all I want to do is drive. I just want to kick back in my black Chrysler LeBaron, hit the cruise control and just sail away. I’d just chill out for a few miles and enjoy the scenery. I wouldn’t have a destination. I wouldn’t have a curfew, just hours upon hours of driving. Perhaps i would have a canine companion who would stick his head out of the window and drool on the side of my car. We’d be rebels. Nobody could tell us what to do or where to go. We would just be fee to roam the open road. When I finally got tired of driving, I’d pull over to the side of road and say to my canine buddy, “here we are, pal. Here we are.” Then I would take the chopped up dead hooker out of my trunk and bury her.
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